8.Photograph
If you want beautiful, pitiful, have me in a picture
And if you want make me dance,
throw me round spin upon your finger
Blind labors the blind
and i am unwilling to uncover my eyes
And if you want take your time rifle through,
find a very nice one
If there's a crease in my face over time,
there's plenty more where that came from
Words, frozen, will thaw when i am wasted,
i am better shut up
And a frame is quite confining, hang me up...hang me up
I'm in the photograph
When i'm alone and the world is a fist, i am weightless
A universe, gravitate, orchestrate, i am fearless
And spin, the sky surrounding free
from all the picture perfect
And spin the sky surrounding, larger than life, meanwhile
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