My thoughts were a bundle,
My thoughts were unresolved,
My body had been my friend,
And I was in conflict with thought
But now as I lose control
Over motion and pose;
My thoughts have become my only hope,
They spoke with me in prose.
My thoughts were unresolved,
My body had been my friend,
And I was in conflict with thought
But now as I lose control
Over motion and pose;
My thoughts have become my only hope,
They spoke with me in prose.
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