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Strange
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Old Stuff There’s no mistake
I’m going blind
Feel tied up
My arms behind
I know what’s said
It can’t be heard
Don’t mean to utter
That single word
In a whisper
A world is said
Don’t want to be know,
don’t want to be read
A whistling leak
A fact what’s heard
What it really means
Is too absurd.
