Everything ends in a question
I know not what I want to do
But the potential dharmas
Are quite a few
I hear there are
Beautiful people
And brilliant thoughts
Can I ever get rid?
Of what Adam first caught
Through the state of the donkeys
To the golden throne
I could definitely fly!
But wouldn’t dare alone
So take my arm and pull me through
Cause without you it just wouldn’t do
If I lie down on the shore with you
Would a stranger say
I love you too!!
I know words are not enough
Still I’d do my best, to get, through to you
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