Again and again, I ask of myself.
What lies did I weave in words
Again and again, those words laugh
Who are you to spin us so
The silk moths ate mulberry bushes
And along came a spider's saliva
But words, we are just thoughts lingering
On snow clapped peaks off far away dawns
I lie, shake myself and again, I ask
Why words, why not words,
why again, these words?
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