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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I met you once before, But you were all on fire. We passed on the Spanish stairs, Couldn't you take me any higher? Well who are you? What do you want from me? I'm not blind, But I really can't see. The one that I love has no vision, But she can see. She thinks I'm a clown, She thinks, "He's no good to me". Well, I floated for so long, That I thought I was dead. Now I know that something incredible Is trapped inside my head. I don't want any money, And I don't need any fame. I want to find out what I did But do I want to do it again? I've been to hell and I've been to places much worse. My name is now a burden, My life must carry a curse. Haunted by my unknown past, But still I must go on. Hunted by just about everyone, So I'm always on the run. Jaunting through time And jaunting through space. I've got to keep moving, I can't stay in one place. I'm only one step ahead And they're closing in fast. I'm getting very tired, I don't know how long I can last. My brain hurts a lot and I know someone is close to me. I don't know where to go, I know they won't let me be. The stairs were on fire, As we passed with outstretched hands. Trying to hold each other, Pushing back the grains of sand. We both knew that we were Really different worlds, apart. I only had to look at the burning man, Didn't even know where to start. Please let it out of my head, The secret that could explode. I don't want to end up blind, Stranded on that road. Where is that Spanish stair now? And can I still reach it? Do I see pain or is there Pleasure beneath it? The fire that burns Is out of control now. I try to hide my face From the flames in the Jar now. But her face is a memory And it is melting away. I ask for her hand, But I've nothing more to say. She pulls it back and A tear falls from her eye. Her head falls as she motions to me, Goodbye, goodbye. I don't want any money, And I don't need any fame. I want to find out what I did But do I want to do it again? ''Based on the book 'Tiger Tiger' by Alfred Bester.
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