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Within I Am Mary
Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow. She took it out into the field, and that lamb Mary did let go. But only to pull out her gun, and that lamb Mary she did blow. She lives in vein inside her brain a failure to sustain. Beneath her mane Mary's thoughts eating her plain and leaving nothing but pain, ball and chain. Grieving insane she lives in fear so far from clean, so far from clear, no atmosphere here and my visions declined by this sickness my dear... She tries to find the key to her mind, but every door behind negative space is what she will find so whats to be done? Marys' to be hung and the last note she sung was a message so clean, a message so clear all gathered round, all lent a listen, for what Mary said was the point were all missin'... Can you feel the clouds cry? as their anger illuminates, flashing across the sky way up high were we've all died, way up high were we've all cried, overcome the loss of wich is to come a problem that fails to match the sum. Mary was there but she just wasn't here, maybe Mary's thoughts were the ones that are clear. -JLG
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