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Sep 2016
Stop it, get it together
Don't, don't pluck more feathers
Work, mould, hold yourself now
Cause he's shaping his whole world,
Without you and how.

You're worth a billion symphonies & more
So grip your dignity and shut that door
If that's the love you think you never had
Cry out to the universe and it'll tell you,
You're utterly mad.
Written by
Mosh Microbiomes
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