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Descending, ascending, moving along
The streets, where I walk every day
Maybe it’s right, or if it would seem wrong
I’ll tell you, if you’d come today
Since nobody asks me, it can’t be a problem
I might have a robotic perception
Acting accordingly to the program
Which gives me the only direction
To follow the way that is chosen for me
Including that I can sit down
And ask you, my darling, what for I’m left free
What’s the point not to see you around?
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