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p style=”text-align:center;”>It’s not something about me, it’s something within me,
It isn’t something that lives within me, it’s something that lives of me.
It’s not a part of me, I’m a part of it.
How can something so unnatural and complex be described
For even if our power of imagination lies far wide infinity,
The roots of these clusters yet defy to justify.
From the point that sparks to the moment of eternal dark,
We lust in the world of these zings.

–Y

Song Recommendation: Strangers in the Night – Frank Sinatra