”A spider lives inside my head
Who weaves a strange and wondrous web
Of silken threads and silver strings
To catch all sorts of flying things,
Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles...
And specks of dried-up tears,
And dust of dreams that catch and cling
For years and years and years...”
Who weaves a strange and wondrous web
Of silken threads and silver strings
To catch all sorts of flying things,
Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles...
And specks of dried-up tears,
And dust of dreams that catch and cling
For years and years and years...”
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