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Are you hear for something searching Something hidden in tall grass Down the path from left Bermuda Just keep left until the pass Are you searching for the rabbit hole Searching in the the mud Walk until you see the eagles and the badgers looking smug Come until you smell the dew from the east but in the west Traveled by the winds of Venus                 the other side is just a gasp Still standing not yet moving                 most can’t reach it without help. As I said just travel left                     although the road shall pull you right But the road is just a lantern                   with no oil for the bright Come and see and you shall find just down the steps into my mind Yet the entrance is not far if you’ve come in search of searching Some will leave before they find Down the path of grass and roses     stinging thorns they have not chosen Yet left is right in search of bright The wolves have spoken with the birds The gentle whispers The wind of words Is it you who search the path The rabbit hole you’ve come atlas
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Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
Have you not come to expect different things ?
Are you hear for something searching Something hidden in tall grass Down the path from left Bermuda Just keep left until the pass Are you searching for the rabbit hole Searching in the the mud Walk until you see the eagles and the badgers looking smug Come until you smell the dew from the east but in the west Traveled by the winds of Venus                 the other side is just a gasp Still standing not yet moving                 most can’t reach it without help. As I said just travel left                     although the road shall pull you right But the road is just a lantern                   with no oil for the bright Come and see and you shall find just down the steps into my mind Yet the entrance is not far if you’ve come in search of searching Some will leave before they find Down the path of grass and roses     stinging thorns they have not chosen Yet left is right in search of bright The wolves have spoken with the birds The gentle whispers The wind of words Is it you who search the path The rabbit hole you’ve come atlas
r-guildenstern
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Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
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