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'Twould be a lie to say I do
Not care about the world outside
And yet although that isn't true
The pull of it I cannot hide
For truly I care less than I
Care for the world these walls contain;
For this small world I live and die
Its sorrows are my wind and rain,
And all the world without, though there
(And yes, important in its way)
Is not the focus of my care
For by this wind I bend and sway.
Outside is but the stars and sun
Inside my world beneath to run.