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I’m slipping, sliding, help, but
I shouldn’t like to impose
To break the silent reverie
Of a life in such repose.
Hand outstretched, withdrawn
Down I fall and I’ve nobody
To blame but my own self
Too small to play the melody
Of a life in such repose.

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