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All thoughts are done,
all songs are sung.
My glass is empty, see?
The tap runs dry,
friends by and by,
In the mirror, I can't,
see me.
I look about,
within, without,
I search for company.
An empty room,
a wilted bloom.
there nothing more to see.
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