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I call but there is no voice
there is nothing inside of me
nothing vast enough to expand
nothing to bring me back to land
and so I lie
I lie but there is truth
all illusion for me to see
nothing I am proud to know
nothing telling me where to go
and so I sigh
I sigh but there is never rest
nothing I would wish to say
nothing to make me feel this way
and so I call
there is nothing else for me to do
but call