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Recommended a new paradigm Think I maybe dying all the time They say using building blocks of creation to dream with you? Inherent and obvious danger In that darling Pray a little simple prayer for all of us. Sacred You must We must wait a while language doesn't exist Working on it. Bards are here We will babysit while... They treat with Sultans of Song The chemist,  chirugeon, the watcher, the statesman on the Bubbahub Zee's the lynch pin He's holding it down, With a little buckdance He knows what I mean Different language Cadence, ritmo Seven sicilian sailors Sailing the seven seas Storm is passing
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC
Stellar Parallelax
Recommended a new paradigm Think I maybe dying all the time They say using building blocks of creation to dream with you? Inherent and obvious danger In that darling Pray a little simple prayer for all of us. Sacred You must We must wait a while language doesn't exist Working on it. Bards are here We will babysit while... They treat with Sultans of Song The chemist,  chirugeon, the watcher, the statesman on the Bubbahub Zee's the lynch pin He's holding it down, With a little buckdance He knows what I mean Different language Cadence, ritmo Seven sicilian sailors Sailing the seven seas Storm is passing
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