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Look at the screen and get space between two worlds:
Texts on the pages are in front of you!
Here in the browsers they might be millions,
What is behind this intricate clue?
The symbols alive, the programs are running,
They all emotions in virtual world.
Everyone waits for the fantasy coming,
It comes when you’re here, it’s gone when you’re gone!

Wayfarer, don’t you think it’s true?
It’s just a wood of strange mirage.
May not my window beckon you by light…
It’s just the window of my page.

No, there between two huge worlds
There’s no space for our lives.
This domain made of metal, waves, odds,
I doubt if it’s alive.

The lines are up and the numbers down,
My access is over now…

Get lost and wander,
No books, but retelling.
Everything’s odder,
Still longing, still waiting.

I’ve stayed on this page, too…
Indeed in this space
I have found you…
I know here even the real things take place!

No, there between two huge worlds
There’s no space for our lives.
This domain made of metal, waves, odds,
I doubt if it’s alive.
No future yet, past’s gone forever,
The present ought be your choice.
Don’t you seem undecided whether
To go or stay here! Let hear your voice!

Wayfarer, don’t you think it’s true?
It’s just a wood of strange mirage.
May not my window beckon you by light…
It’s just the window of my page.

No, there between two huge worlds
There’s no space for our lives.
This domain made of metal, waves, odds,
I doubt if it’s alive.
No future yet, past’s gone forever,
The present ought be your choice.
Don’t you seem undecided whether
To go or stay here! Let hear your voice!

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