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Abstracts of songs not written

Your species is nothing to me
But the blink of an eye
A lapse in my concentration
Employ all methods available
Research all claims saleable
Neglect the solid facts
Reject the falsifications

Queries about the nature of reality
Are not easy to be answered

Little One
I cry
You fly
Away from me
I fear
You steer
And leave me
Crying
In the rain
Ice cold
Quite, Alone

Sweet desire
Guides you higher
The lust
The want
The hunger
For freedom
When will you realise
The lust, the hunger, the desire
-Freedom-
Are all a state of mind
Sanctuary
The greatest lie.