Something's up
With the right places
And plasters I can tell
Which one's the island
In the distance
Of the expanse of your parades
Your merit and bandit of pirates
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Edit in this winter
Summertime
The hard lines that I told daddy
Ahead of the dreams of rain
Under the thunderous clap
And some laughter
With the hail of popcorn
On my lap
A failed abstrusity
A strange reality
Different shades for race