moving again
moving moving again
its the dance of life and living and stuff
its just that i've moved before
and the old moving moved
and though i don't like it here
i miss where i was going
then and then
and again.
but that's gone. used up and stored away
in the other people i was or were
and there's no time
when you're moving again
you won't ever get there unless
you move.
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