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Gliding o'er all, through all, Through Nature, Time, and Space, As a ship on the waters advancing, The voyage of the soul—not life alone, Death, many deaths I'll sing. Sometimes sprawling leaves just don't cut it. Sometimes, you gotta be a badass. Grow a beard Cut the grass. Get some shades, Get a hat. Sometimes a song isn't adequate To express what you're feeling, y'know? Sometimes "myself" Needs a happy fix, Blue skies, Stuff blowing up and Flying sparks. Every now and then, The learn'd astronomer Brandishes a smoking gun.
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
Of Many Death's, I'll Sing
Gliding o'er all, through all, Through Nature, Time, and Space, As a ship on the waters advancing, The voyage of the soul—not life alone, Death, many deaths I'll sing. Sometimes sprawling leaves just don't cut it. Sometimes, you gotta be a badass. Grow a beard Cut the grass. Get some shades, Get a hat. Sometimes a song isn't adequate To express what you're feeling, y'know? Sometimes "myself" Needs a happy fix, Blue skies, Stuff blowing up and Flying sparks. Every now and then, The learn'd astronomer Brandishes a smoking gun.
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
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