My window is like the world,
Inhabited by water drops.
None of them in motion,
Like everybody stops.
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From the top of the window,
A drop could take no more.
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Thinking his existance was too plain,
It was driving itself insane.
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He dropped down to far below,
And then he was no more.
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My drop didn't survive,
Because it was the only one alive.
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