Two-sided through four sides

We slide

Are we up, are we down?

Twirling round and round

Spectral spaces found

Leaves enjoy their autumn

Do you like the fall?

Suppose yourself above it all

In our self-made worlds



Well, I met her when an old established

Twining friendship failed

You'd think by now

It would be right, that I'm not nailed

To some obscure note

That runs along a board

In our self-made worlds

Do we rote



Changes into harmony

Revolutions oiled to that symphony

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