Sometimes I feel I have a soul
Without a body and a body
Without a soul
Like two quarrelsome friends
In love with one another
Though neither will say it out loud
My soul perceives my body
As a dream in which it wakes
Holding another body
A body that always wants to lie down
And a soul that always wants
To get going how is it all
That holds them together
Is a love of travel and the weather
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