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tell them the one thing you might not say, the words you could hush, say it loud, quiet too, 
rhyme if you have to, skip a line, maybe two, a pattern of words, to see where were you, 
the same paragraph, of different rhymes, listening to my tunes, repeat this several times, 
see iff it means anything to you, the art of music, the message of the spoons, quietly scream 
it to me, and we will never believe you, the beat goes on, on and on, once again say it never 
stops, dont forget to, work with the flow its overkill. sudden. was, is never, kneew how, just 
like you told me so, keep repeating this, make another one like it, weave a web of truth, 
make it look like confusion, say some loud, say some slow, repeat cerain words, so you can 
break the code, what was is going to be, your truth of unravelling, the strings of things, we 
never said and why, why why me and you inbetween our stres of our sudden dream, 
enfaltion of repeat repeat replace, this, go back start over do three lines in the middle and 
rehears, dfinaly understanding the muse, the cypher spat out, underneath youfr feet, the 
quiet things say somethinmg, the teaers underr the stops , where the watch stopped, the 
picket fence forgets the southwest where the sion never sets, the black moon where we 
consume, hunger for festering nests for bettering our ends of these strings, the bow of our 
minds, overworked this time, the bodies washing clean from their pain and soars, inbetwenn 
the blessings, no truth the rambling of play the game, the piper calling, the muse teaching 
nothing about how to play blindly, inbetwewen, phospheresous pines where they left 
suddenly, with no courtsy, no one knew they were confused for they were still awaiting a 
letter, the hole to climb out of, was a wishing wwell, where fourty thieves fell, abnd never 
had an oar to get downstream, quietly i dont mean what i see when i say there was nothing 
to me, in the pockets of those who left it behind, in the pockets of karma, the redhands of 
the blue day, the green faces of yesterday, the last parade, necver saw them rename the 
cats tails of some quiet some out loud, the whispering winds, the lady who got it, the 
prophet, the blindfold, the masked ones, the blasphemous saint, what was i supposed to say, 
where did i go today, the age old clicjhes, wasjhed aem away, and you said we had not ap 
rayer, i cried more than you know, sold me for a dollar, right down there at that store, i 
worked hard, got nothing for it, said thank you lady, she said
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