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Nothing passes by;
And reclaiming the lost innocence
is no more than mere illusion.
Stone pillars stand;
Cylindrical lights kindle
A puzzle with no pieces.
Submarines fly in a world with no water
Ducks swim in dry land
And what you see is what you get.
Tried gluing the pieces,
Slick and slimy,
But with no pieces,
The beginning is all there is left.
In one moment the dense light
Broke into a thousand pieces.
Submarines fly in a world with no water
Ducks swim in dry land
And what you see is what you get.
What glue does remain
Has dried up.
Nothing passes by;
The lost is hard fought for
In that way
it seems unfair.
Submarines fly in a world with no water
Ducks swim in dry land
And what you see is what you get…
…Nothing passes by…
…Nothing passes by…
…Nothing passes by…
…Nothing passes by
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A silly song that I wrote on the spur of the moment, though not singing material, I like the nonesense about it, it reminds me of the song by Crowded House, "Weather with You," because that song doesn't really make sense, yet somehow it does.
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