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My brain is slow
To catch up with all the joy
It's everywhere
Clouded by only filth
I've left a trail of bodies
In my wake
Up to nbsp
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Through all these years
About the wrong way
To get around
I don't remember when
I left the ground
There is a lot of homework
Let's settle down
From the passing storm
There are we
Two dreams have reached
Every nerve ending all
Possibilities
For a spectacular
Floral choral moralistic light
