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A million thoughts popping up

like bubbles in my head

Some are big, some are fast

The’re all widely spread

Whatever i do to stop them

from bubbling all day

I can’t control where they float

Who’s blowing them anyway?

Music is my saviour

I sing the longs out of my chest

Bye bye bubbles

My mind needs rest!

Oh no, this cannot be true

In the middle of my song

there’s a bubble coming through

So suddenly I stop

And in silence I wait

for the bubble to pop

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