You do believe
The very moment i stood still
A frill minor picture
It always creeps with a chill
From the cupboard
And the mirror is missing
And the rustling curtains have the blues
The evening blues
the autumn Yellow,Red,Maroon
and black
Yes We walk that bridge at noon
and back
And Forth over the sea
.

'He makes me feel over the moon'

I fell inside my bedroom floor
Reaching at the meager door
But i was only in the corner of your eye
And So i sit on this Balanced Chair
why do you pray to all gods fair
when fair is fair until the war.

So lets creep down the Stair again
and stop for a while.
It is pointless to walk a mile
or two
at noon over the flimsy route
which we all beat astute
with cadence.

and all shop and all fall.
and all sell and all rise.

No i don't know why you try
To keep me on the line
when the trader so weary and sullen
would want to send me over the sea there and then there
why.

You long
i Yearn.
you stop
I burn

And so it ends and they all lived gaily ever ever ever ever after ever forth
And forth and forth

Gun me down with a swirling coupe
Give me a ring to give me a ring.
A drop of oil from Iraq
and we all spend slack
to gain stack upon stack.

this story never ends
until me and you reach the great pearly golden
And profusely serenely sonore
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OZONE.
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