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Chlorophyll Drunkard

. Every calibration I do, Blur to emerge the one weirdo. Every navigate does syntax, Oh, so higher at parallax. I creep with my scornful envy, And I know why they do beauty? Because of an anticlimax, Oh, so higher at parallax. All gassing awkward in my brain, Forever missing you the green. Fill in my cephalothorax, Oh, so higher at parallax.

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