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** Hum ** Hum I like to hum Without rhythm Melodies of no real meaning Like an absurd classical enthusiast Musing on the harps and the horns Contemplating the oboe with almost satirical curiosity If nothing but humming existed in my mind I think I could be content If I were of mind and not body Just an empty boat on a river With a breeze rolling through You could call me imaginary So blank So lost I would be an idiot! But who would know? I could go through the motions Rolling boulders up and down like the all But inside my head Behind the curtain I would be free ** Hum ** Hum
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Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 8:17 PM UTC
You could call me imaginary
** Hum ** Hum I like to hum Without rhythm Melodies of no real meaning Like an absurd classical enthusiast Musing on the harps and the horns Contemplating the oboe with almost satirical curiosity If nothing but humming existed in my mind I think I could be content If I were of mind and not body Just an empty boat on a river With a breeze rolling through You could call me imaginary So blank So lost I would be an idiot! But who would know? I could go through the motions Rolling boulders up and down like the all But inside my head Behind the curtain I would be free ** Hum ** Hum
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Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 8:17 PM UTC
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