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I am a tiny fly, buzzing around in a field, somewhere in the
I am a tiny fly, buzzing around in a field, somewhere in the overgrowth of your memory, and at night you wander though, as the image of a former you, ...

I can only say these things to you while youre sleeping. I hear
I can only say these things to you while youre sleeping. I hear the hum from the wires and the sounds of the morning creeping. I lie awake and pretend...