Wandering through the drumming looking for an exit
I'm a greater wanderer than the satisfied
Plucking fills in a rattle barking tearing hearing to be heard
Flowering the lights smell the sky working desperate to be learned
Shining faster and laughter hearing them of the many lives
I'm a greater wanderer than the satisfied
Three coloured marbles turn toward the woods
Heading for a world luminous with things
Sound and tinged with air under the emergency exits
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