My dear brothers and fellows
What are you doing of you
What’s between you and I
The secure border of present and past
We are living in one land
Above the death on black
You fit to seem too under
Where I live on your living.
I am no special than you
Still I am odd from you
You change, become strange
I change which I never want
Come let’s come to a point
Where shall we sit on or in?
Being on you ought to return
Being in you are well very in.
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