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From Far AwayFrom outer spaceI am you At distances You're me too From far away I assume Everything Needs less room My ribs are turned Like parentheses And my lips have learned What I don’t believe Could I Find a world just right Or will I Always search too high If I die Don't bury me Rattle me down Like an old machine Take my books And my magazines My photographs Of you and me Everything I won't need |