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insense
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the new ones on some starlight roof
my dreams are panning out
on some moon lite night
they're tussled and shout
on some viened utopia
they're wishpering i nthe breeze
and the way my eye sees,
-the suns dazzling dance through the trees
my toe breaks through the barer
diping in this water of an eturnity turning
and hearing the ripples motion wave
