Waking up alwaysSame time on the clockWalk through my houseLines on an unchanging track I see youA solid massYour feet touch the groundgrasp the earthMy specter form floats by Unperceived by the blindIgnored by the angryForgotten by the busyI remember what living was likeI see you allFrom my ghostly eyesOrbs of mistAnd compromise
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