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A passing thought while strolling through the dale. With their limbs , on hikes , I’ve bumped my head. Roots caught my boot ,on the floor splayed I spread. Passing glancing, perhaps giant nemesis they were.
Blank smile Bright eyes Tell me one of your white lies In the bathroom where time flies Looking in the mirror like youre trying to see The moment where it starts to slip You start to trip
He told me: "It'll burn like nothing you've ever felt Don't cough or sneeze or do anything but swallow the drip. And you'll feel like a god. I swear you will." So he rolled up the bill