the wheels just keep on turning
the drummer begins to drum
I don't know which way I'm going
I don't know which way I've come
---
the beggar possesses no treasures
and memory astoundingly poor
so devious and temperamental is he
the unreliable raconteur
---
the very act of forgetting
is both blessing and a curse
that each time I should fall again
feel exactly like the first
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