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Sittin' perched upon these trees I'm an astronaut In a valley where wings are free takin' time to connect the dots Smashing clocks who beckon me the journey is the plot     MUST MORE ACRES BURN ?       I'm high   but I can't decide,     where the beginning meets the end   or if they coincide,     I'm alive,   but I'm on the fence,     I can't hide these scars   from barb wired "friends" Let's get alone Let's set the controls for the heart of the sun Let's be free Let's mimic the path of the birds and the bees Let's parade Let's dance in the streets in our evening gowns Let's placate Rid the world of our demons and all its hate.
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
MUST MORE ACRES BURN
Sittin' perched upon these trees I'm an astronaut In a valley where wings are free takin' time to connect the dots Smashing clocks who beckon me the journey is the plot     MUST MORE ACRES BURN ?       I'm high   but I can't decide,     where the beginning meets the end   or if they coincide,     I'm alive,   but I'm on the fence,     I can't hide these scars   from barb wired "friends" Let's get alone Let's set the controls for the heart of the sun Let's be free Let's mimic the path of the birds and the bees Let's parade Let's dance in the streets in our evening gowns Let's placate Rid the world of our demons and all its hate.
We are the people with ideas. Our ideas are not monetarily driven, obviously, however with them we can at least plant some seeds so in time, maybe, just maybe: they will make a difference. Plant seeds now, and if nurtured and adopted by the soil, they mature fantastically to be later savored. Please look out for each other. I love you.
#olive#juice
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
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