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Knuckes
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Early Writings You were cool
Like a spinning spool
Pigs flew, you knew
Cashews, you drew
You were clones
We were alone
Your heads of stone
Were never shown
You were gone
Your little fawn
Your night's gone
Swollen by your laggard dawn
You were beaten
You're sunk in the sidewalk
Your life is a clockwork orange
It's your new side to walk
You were cool
But your shadow is vanished
Your cavity mood
Your brooding melody
Your total lack of solitude
Now we are cool
We spin the spool
Round the clouded drool
Shalleth dye the soil our own color?
