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All still, but for the hands of the clock,
All scurry, but for the will of the mind,
The beating heart dances to its tunes,
Life just goes on in its normal way.
The sky that I see plain and blue,
Rocking in this desolate boat,
Out in an endless ocean, all alone,
Going with the waves and nothing more.
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