All lustful near the sky
We expel tiny knives above the water
Can you dig it? The heat was good
All lustful among the mist
You poke numb shivas below the flowers
Tighten up your wig! The Fool was hard
So angry before the clouds
You stroke heavy bones below the earth
Way cool! The King is fleeing
So angry before the clouds
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