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The physical
The physical
Is a solid figment of my mind
The birds have all fallen from my tree
And amongst a myriad of poetry
Its a little crazy to say
That this momentary thing
Is simply less beautiful now
But the agents of chemistry will find new ways to be loved
And as we drift into the new and hopeless
You'll find new ways to be rewarded
And we shall dub thee
Fool
Is a solid figment of my mind
The birds have all fallen from my tree
And amongst a myriad of poetry
Its a little crazy to say
That this momentary thing
Is simply less beautiful now
But the agents of chemistry will find new ways to be loved
And as we drift into the new and hopeless
You'll find new ways to be rewarded
And we shall dub thee
Fool
Published 10th Sep 2014
| Edited 11th Jul 2018
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