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Spindle
I am being chased
yet I awoke at night from the dream I traced
It is still early to rise
this tranquil aria
I aimlessly offer to someone afar
to someone whose name I know not
when the opportune moment to escape arrives
gone, the desire to leave that thrives
the spindle keeps moving
a rotation I have grown accustomed to
the spindle keeps singing
weaving the story of what I must do
I am being chased
yet my dreams are continuously being erased