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We clear our throats and scratch our heads,
pretending that we don't know fates threads,
Almost as if we carried two dozen eggs,
And turn away as we drop them in flowerbeds?
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Could you picture everything everywhere happening all at once?
I have a dream, a dream which includes everyone and everything
Fate always seems to amount to the same thing for the living and things, death and the end
If a genie could grant you one wish, would you tell him to make the one thing that's been bothering you in your mind real?
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ReplyIf a mythmaker can grant glass wishes,
And a dreamer can hunt elusive missions
The eggs in my one basket of fishes
Would shatter in omnipresent visions.
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