Sometimes you walk on your way
where all the sounds had lost their grace
every visage bleached away
and smiles laughed out their face
now the timeline has frozen
every day became as one
countless steps that seems a dozen
i had taken none
answering to his own call
wanders from place to place
but his straight path seems a circle
when seen from outer space
Great rhythm built-up and built-down, man; love it.
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