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It's the story that began but had no end it's the dream that awoke before the night
It's the minute of the hour of the second of the day when it all quickly passed away
from silence and dreams forgotten schemes of all that is and all that was
just a moment just because someone wrote it someone spoke it someone said
It's the story from the mind through all the piles countless miles endless rambles
The words get scrambled The voices left to hear what the pen said all to clear
gentle touches of ink stained parts breathing forever
19 March 2011