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Sufi Style<BR><BR>
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<a href='nutritious.php?PHPSESSID=32a99821d86b9e27a1a7323be416e87a'>nutritious</a><BR>
<a href='archives.php?PHPSESSID=32a99821d86b9e27a1a7323be416e87a'>archives</a><BR>Every speck of dust,
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Every mosquito that buzzes lazy circles
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Every turning leaf and
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All the turning fruit,
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Every call I miss on purpose,
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Every excuse I make and never use,
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Every bridge I burn just to
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Live beneath the rubble,
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Everything is finishing.
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I'm twenty-three years old and
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I hear music in my head
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Every second of the day.
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As I lay down to sleep, I hear
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Symphonies, and when I dream:
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But to breathe life into dreams,
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You need nimble fingers, don't you;
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Mine are short and slow and I
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Crack my knuckles too much;
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There is a gap between
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What I feel I can do and
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What I can do and I can't cross it,
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I can't even see the other side.
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And when they asked me
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"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
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I said,
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