Oh Epic pendulum ,, teach me about the perfect vacuum and fill my voice to the lip
Hang an old sheet over my window and be sure my plants make it out alive
Strip me bare and lock me outside , with a fourth stomach
and play me music where my bedroom must donate
tell me I'll
Quit when the flies begin to drone and the river turns thick; Winter is already ruined
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