.It's just my imagination a sort of empty
Concentration,
While I fiddle with my fingers
And take a sip of luke warm tea
Lets walk
Lightly to the infectious rhythm of the cool
Bossa-nova
And myriad puzzle pieces are
Here for me
That's right, right, r.
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