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Welcome
Enter the spirit world if you dare It’s a conscious world where thoughts are clear
To have and hold becomes past tense One’s neither warm nor cold nor sits on the fence
Automobiles mothballed Money? What money? No party friends to call when it’s sunny
Body departed To touch is out of question Territory uncharted A sterile situation
Why weep dry tears and have an aching heart Functions of past days now covered in the dark
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