internal rhyme,
brother can you spare a dime?
i lost my rhythm, but i
feel it when i'm with him.
i wrote you a dream, but
it would seem the
dream i wrote was
note for note from you.
dance to the music
no one else can hear;
keep the things you know
no one else can hear.
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