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Wrote a couple of lines, poet, and throw away your notebook

I wrote to this old beat, whoever is not too lazy to nod

Vivat Muse. Forgive me. Ink smeared the notebook, where everything was covered by the anger of the day, I drew a stronghold with a pen

I scribbled these words, in reality where the new style

now I see the sky, wires and what does not allow to grow

a new verse will be hammered in the cells, that beat its wings on the ground,

I forgot the color of all the orbits, when I jumped into the game, so I flew into this car. to the rhythm, saccharine, for two

then fed the fire in our fireplace with words, the cold ashes

in this pocket a crumpled Spleef, will tell about how to be tough,

and if you remember in a minor, no need. I remember everything myself.

No need. I remember everything myself

Hands in your hair and the Lasso warms my soul,

but I destroy this world myself, as if you know, Samson,

I know you are unlikely to understand, so I ask into nowhere,

and this track will flow in succession into pink noise.