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I repeat, repeat, words, words Over and over ‘til they can’t be heard ‘til they burn through the air that carries them Man who wasn’t even born when they were spoken buries them Life bright like sunny day in a solarium Not quite right, not quite day Not quite night, not quite true A cynic can he mimic when a birds in flight A certain night a many years ago A prophet and soul say tears’ll flow Drop by drop is how the years’ll go Dot by dot ‘til we find the glow All joined up and I signed it so But you gotta step back I remind you though It’s in another language some kinda old Script is it Egyptian or Incan gold Drip, drip, it’s my ink in gold Flowing through the cracks of a sinking, cold Frozen to the point of a shattering world Ice like a night when the moon’s too bold Booms, a story too told, glue holds But only when I want to keep the mold Delete the soul, keep the shell A fate to relate to we know too well So do we get it yet, did we receive the letter yet, Is it our name written in bold on the letter head? Or is it more like texture, often better read In context, intellectual sedative Sure, I’ll be, words what’s that Over her a cure, water leaks up taps Back-words, take that back After-words, gotta make that snap Life like real gotta break that fact Night night, dear, gotta fate to enact Death in the passenger seat when I drove her Crash like an indie flick and its over
ちょうしはどう?
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