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Aug 2013
I am going to hide.
I am going to hide, outside.

I'm just going through the door.
I'm just going through the door, once more.

You see me as a fool.
You see me as a fool, so uncool.

I see you as a beautiful work of art.
We are not so far apart.
Dream Weaver
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