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Maybe I deserve this empty cold room

A ceiling with no floor!

But I don’t know my crimes!

Maybe there’s a lot more

To this unending folklore,

On a seashore!

For there’s nothing more to rhyme!

And whatever is or cannot be

I cannot know its end!

Mind bend, colossal tune, empty hearse!

There’s nothing broken

Nothing to mend!

Just a flicker of light

That keeps burning!

Burning to no end!

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