The Cave
A cave sits in front of your door,
You pass by it every day, not knowing
Refusing to know
Too busy to know
The cave is empty,
Air sweeps through
No dust to swirl around
Just empty,
Right outside your door
And you don’t even know
A cave sits in front of your door,
You pass by it every day, not knowing
Refusing to know
Too busy to know
The cave is empty,
Air sweeps through
No dust to swirl around
Just empty,
Right outside your door
And you don’t even know
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