See the goldfish sitting in his chair,
calling back ghosts that are no longer there.
With her natural hair hanging to the floor,
I don't think I've ever loved you more.
Gold it's not, but more like a mouse,
But mousey hair only can be honesty
I think.
I don't know.
See, feel, touch...love.
Hear, speak, read...enough
What's it all about?
I don't know what I mean
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