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Jackshit May 2019
If you were the Wind
And i were a kite
Would you lift me in the Sky
Or would you ask me why

Why oh why did the farmer weep
Why do children shriek?

If you changed into a nymph
And i shrunk and stretched into and imp
Would you care for a kiss
Or would you turn and hold your bliss
Jackshit May 2019
Oh how unfortunate
For the sane man
To carry his burden

His mind a clean slate
His insecurities a tenth of ten
Disgrateful all of a sudden

How strange the insane man
With his needs and pains
With his ink and pen

How curious the man
With a fear of peace
And love of war

Oh, how lucky the insane
For he can cry
While mending his mane

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