Has been given its place,
And there is still some magic behind it all,
But only when we actually face,
Sensory inputs 'cause there's nothing outside that,
Or there may as well not be,
And if we ever actually experienced something else,
We wouldn't know it any differently.
So as I pinch my nose, I wonder,
Where the love is I have for you.
If I'm extinguished does it just disappear,
And never touch you again, too?
And that's alright,
But some people say it still sticks around,
As if we created another being,
That, I guess, will still never be found.
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