I had one mind
Now I'm left with two
The one in the right will fantasise
The left of mine is tired
Words already start to pry It's like an eclipse
Look too hard My eyes burn out
The rest is numb
I'm just a skeleton
A miniture and minuscule
Is all that I have found as proof
It's like a disease
I think too hard
My brain goes cold
Don't ponder for the gold over the grey
And the cold
Don't ponder the gold
You sorry soul you sorry soul
Don't dwell over who won't dwell over you.
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