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L'ami Intime Magritte
Perhaps I'll never utter another thing of interest
Face outwards, think inwards
Enjoy bread and wine
Just like others do
The sky will bring joy
I just need to spend time here
Being the same as the rest
Do I drop my shoulders or hunch them?
These "others" are they happy with their lot?
Are all my thought bubbles behind my back?
Should they be simple things now?
Bread and wine ends the day
"Oh how happy I am!"
You can tell a lot by a shoulder...
Just as that stare lasts too long
We have happiness components
Not happiness
Both bread and wine are poison
Sedate and placate
Why was I here?
Ahh yes, saying nothing of interest...
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Di11y Da11y
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