Throw Caution To the Wind
Through our wish
Through our goals
Through our done mean
Through a compliment decide by the garden
Minute having a coming --
Minute always passing, creating
A matter turn alive
We not confused reality came from mentality --
On goals for, married being us cute
Thou, through wish goals merged
of our mean
The garden the memories
Over the minutes coming
And always sort a matter
From reality, from mentally
Flying on the handle.
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