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Words, But Nothing Clear
What Channel Are You On?
It's Hard to Hear.
You Speak to the World
From Such a Feeble System;
So... Far Away.
The Thought, Not Falling
Just Drifting in the Early Morning.
You Pass From the World
Out to the Solar System
So... Far Away,
So... Far Away.
