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Jan 2016
The girls are yawnin
My tired eyes awake
And the perspective is yawning
Melting, away into a new bright space
Keeping turning the mind and it shapes
Every thing I choose to identify, no lie
That it matters is important, no doing die
What means this? Get a clue it is hints
Placed in the mind by the mine inside it
Freedom, love, peace, freedom, love
What you should think of
Of think should what you?
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