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Blue Rotating Light |
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Seen from below
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this light is the lowest one.
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If I flip it
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and lay it down in front of me
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it shines closest to me too.
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Immediately called
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this light is on its way.
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From chaos it pulls what is alive
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what is most precious to me.
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It shoots ahead
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already work is being done.
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Because it itself moves
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it takes a circle as the largest part
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adds to it a smaller part
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a still smaller part it then installs
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and the tiniest comes last.
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Is it at the spot
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where misfortune has taken place
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then the work really starts:
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because it itself moves
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it takes a circle as the largest part
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adds to it a smaller part
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a still smaller part it then installs
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and the tiniest comes last.
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The light shoots back, that too is work.
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It takes a circle as the largest part
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adds to it a smaller part
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a still smaller part it then installs
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and the tiniest comes last.
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If this light
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never fades and stops its work
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then it flees from me away and up
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into a bottomless hole:
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stop that thief
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he takes away
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what is dear to me.
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