Particles of Buddha's self-esteem
Smashed into a trillion pieces
Are eternally drifting down
Gradually the true owner
Of the world comes back
To claim it and collect the rent
Way overdue and unrepayable
I hide in my little house
Hoping you forget where I live
And praying you remember
My whole life is a waiting
For you to return
Then I wake to find
We're already together
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