| The brilliance of my fleeting mind
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| Chimes like voices in foreign caves
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| It chimes in time, takes me where I’m going
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| Alone my fleeting mind is knowing
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| Believe it when I pin it down
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| That’s not hard to forget
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| My hands upon my knees
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| You will steal from my fleeting mind
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| Remember all our words
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| They are just smoke-rings in the rain
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| That’s just a poem in brilliant places
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| But poets, they are too grim
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| They steal like party thieves
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| From crowded rooms
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| To rhyme their homes with better places
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| The brilliance of their minds
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| Will seek with never knowing
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| Alone my fleeting mind is knowing
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| Believe it when I pin it down
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| That’s not hard to forget
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| My thoughts like sifting leaves
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| I believe in my fleeting mind
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| The brilliance of minds
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| Seeks with never knowing
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| Alone my fleeting mind is showing
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| Believe it when I pin it down
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| That’s not hard to forget
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| That’s not hard to forget
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| That’s not hard to forget
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| That’s not hard to forget |