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Snowflakes drift through outer-space
But still I roam through this place
And it rains through a universe
As I amble on a outing
Dust drifts through a space
In a window
Of my mind, voices run
Come to life roving free
In a forest they lope
Dodging deftly through a maze
Till they tangle, all a jumble
In a window.