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I finally found

my number three,

and I think as well

that he found me.

I've never felt

this calm or scared;

the things I've said

have been declared.

Unlike one,

who gave too much,

then turned around

and pulled the crutch;

Or like two,

who gave much less,

then needed me

to fix the mess;

This number three

has given me

little bits

of reality.

But I took

all that's real

and spun it round

a magic wheel.

So here we are,

my three and me,

spinning round

and just dizzy.

One was up

and two was down,

and three I've tossed

around and round.

But oh I wish

for some respite,

to stop the wheel

and calmly sit;

to see again

what's real what's not,

what's disappeared,

what's overwrought.

So number three

along with me

can go back

to reality.

Pryč

I feel am so far away

I think am so flew away

I haven't m not a sound today

but clouds do know I'm are n sway.

When you are floated far away

you are so beyond betray

you haven't are a p today

but clouds do know you will and I okay.

Mlha

Fog in.

Fog out.

I haven't forgotten

how to shout.

Lessons learned.

And learned again.

Just one more time,

now and then.

Fog in.

Fog out.

I can't see through

this gloomy doubt.