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On shuffle with the roomba

 

Something hits to the heart

For three minutes he can allow

 

Himself to cry in front of the

Absolute beauty of the song

 

Something so true only for him

He thinks that explains his

 

Material comfort and his

Spiritual vacuum

 

(His ancestors smile at him

in the shaving mirror)

🌷(2)

◄ Tell me again how I was born

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