to sit and admit a burden uplifted
the quick decisions of neuron transitted
I think and I look whether time still exists
on the other side of four windows and sills
fair thee well to an ocean of seven tempers
eight times over the limit of a half whiskey ginger
a quarter cup sugar and still you wonder whether within as without
these visions can crumble
the quick decisions of neuron transitted
I think and I look whether time still exists
on the other side of four windows and sills
fair thee well to an ocean of seven tempers
eight times over the limit of a half whiskey ginger
a quarter cup sugar and still you wonder whether within as without
these visions can crumble
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