Don't laugh at me,
Don't look away,
You'll follow me back with the sun in your eyes,
And on your own,
Bedshaped,
In legs of stone,
You'll knock on my door and up we'll go,
In white light,
I don't think so,
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know...
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