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My tired eyes look up and spot the fan,
turning revolutions like a beating heart,
steady and slow to the music,
creating sensuality where before there was none
and it does it without being noticed, by most
how often do we feel like the fan,
turning revolutions like a beating heart,
steady and slow to the music,
creating sensuality where before there was none,
without being noticed, by most