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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