His Box

Hold his hand as she make a point

She makes a point of reference

She is very cold indeed

Nothing ever happens in his box

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Buddha speaks quietly in the night

Can you see what you know

Buddha says there is no wrong or right

You just reap what you sow

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Still not able to see the sun

Desperately looks for the door

Blinded by the fool inside

Everything is happening in his box

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Buddha is giggling out of sight (sight)

There's no such thing as shame

With a light blow the box has gone

He's with himself again

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