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Believe me in that the Idea that you live
Means just – no more, no less – you have piece of a space
That hasn’t something that is not a thing of it
I will be called it as Tired Eyer.
Believe me in there, where they say: gone, forever, lost –
They hear the Life is almost, but not at all. World corner is
Where somewhat is not that they called a Time.
I don’t know a Law, I flow the Stream alone.
2015