What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
-THE TYGER By William Blake
I have a friend who follows me around.
No one can see him, no one can touch him.
Not even me.
He isn't imaginary, he isn't fake.
He doesn't exist just inside my brain.
He is as real as you and me.
He's just a bear, nothing too fancy.
my friend, my pet, from another life.
So he just waits for me to die.
No one can see him, no one can touch him.
Not even me.
He isn't imaginary, he isn't fake.
He doesn't exist just inside my brain.
He is as real as you and me.
He's just a bear, nothing too fancy.
my friend, my pet, from another life.
So he just waits for me to die.
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