| After this lucid dream
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| I wake up in the next out of phase
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| Watch the making of.
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| Overtly and fully
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| Exposing the palpabillitites
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| Learned while sleeping
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| Experienced and true
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| There is no now moment
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| The now moment is always too late
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| For what it is attempting to be
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| Pointing at somehow
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| It’s time to leave the now
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| God-rid dance away like sexy molusks
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| In an aerobeckoning endeavor
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| Hold this plan while i flee
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| From off this stubborn tree
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| That wouldn’t climb me…
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| I own the raincap
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| So i douse away
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| Too defined to make it
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| Too refined
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| Listening to the blind man
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| Conveying the views of towers galore
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| Helsinki horizonked echornia crassipies
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| Sovereigny cheery day
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| Ask twice before you drop your skies
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| The roller skating boy will then
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| Dissolve in the church yard
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| He’s due to leave the now
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| Overneath grinning surface serenity
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| Hell sinking into
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| An upward spiraling stream of incessant
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| Feelingers with no doubt
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| Period blood pumping up and screaming
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| I AM A CHILD
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| Hold this plan
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| I’m going for a while
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| Turning acidic with few premonitions
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| A firm liquid punch with berries
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| Impacting like a finnish B
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| There is no now moment
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| The now moment is always too late
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| For what it is attempting to be
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| Pointing at somehow
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| It’s time to leave the now
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| God-rid dance away like sexy molusks
|
| In an aerobeckoning endeavor
|
| Hold this plan while i flee
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| From off this stubborn tree
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| That wouldn’t climb me… |