I am drifting drifting I have no home I am like a weightless rolling stone out on the water/out on my own drifting/drifting I am all alone no attachments to any love only blue sky and, white clouds up above I am water I am air drifting drifting everywhere I do not want I do not know I am like a weightless rolling stone drifting drifting that is all I know I am now I am then I keep drifting/drifting again, again -- a million stars a million breathes without a memory of any *deaths
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