take a trip on bliss and gossamer, because it comes
Forever's on
And chance is long
And nothing comes
To call you wrong
You
Heaven's leather lace, trembling to taste
and a dreaded dawn
wishes in
just for this play to rule the day
your glory coach
The taste of the space
In teemy tall times
The rush of
Hey there's a wind
On the quay today
And hey I've been
Wasting
annie won't you make me
and won't you break me off
wearing
Chop up your heresy
Run from your destiny
Into this mess
We call
ninjas, swiftly as the mist- battling with shurikens of reptile
shown to me through the curtain
two at sitting, pouring wine
glasses
don't sing love songs you'll wake my mother
she's sleeping here
Come you come
To the place and time
Son your sun
Leaves to
with a sharpened blade you led the way
but it hurts
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