| Upon the dancing dew she sings and plays a song for everything under the sun under the deed waiting to be done twisting trust up into greed running from knowing she's carrying the seed past tense takes over and rewinds the frame an obsolete program for living the dream and the towering task at hand begins to wan begins to speak in linguistic aeon making free the bleeding seed as the story carries us on. |
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