If you want to do it, then we can arrange some stars
There might be a shortage of dreaminess...
But we will make up for the clumsy resistance between your worries and mine.
And sometimes it was the angry mystique traveler
And sometimes his lack of aggression
But I was thinking yet not thinking as yet thinking yet to come
Not to say it had me miss the spot once again
There came these two
Bearded with glorious time, and smoked in gentle pause
And they handed over the anonymous child.
It had a name.
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