Oh, Elvis, do you think it could work?
—Yes, I think
I embody none of this
And none of what you think
I feel I walk
My body lies
I am lying here with
I saw you enter hiding, fading
I tried not getting lost
Number one
Number two
Number four
The things you said, forgotten
Did you say
so diamond human, passing before
to pin my eyes on blue,
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