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"Make it" comes alive
In my private glass tent
A portable mortuary
Going...
Going...
But not yet gone
'Cus when it does, it does and then...
The ancient practice
Of mourning the phantom
Do you really think he
Would choose to inhabit the pore
Where his container was planted?
...can't imagine that
"Make it" comes alive   In my private glass tent   A portable mortuary   Going...   Going...   But not yet gone   'Cus when it does, it does and then...   The ancient practice   Of mourning the phantom   Do you really think he   Would choose to inhabit the pore   Where his container was planted?   ...can't imagine that