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Pearly green and drift,
Sway in the autumnal chill,
Glowing in the gloom.
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Now lascivious,
Dreams of secret desire,
Turgid and throbbing.
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Thirteen O' seven,
My eyes don't sting so much now,
Slain by the night shift.
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Everything is fine.
Or so I'm telling myself,
Onwards and upwards.
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Powerful music,
It brings us all together,
It's our communion.
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Highly progressive,
If you love what you create,
Give away for free.
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Lost tools of learning,
Are the seven liberal arts,
We shall revive them.
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