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​From the glaring over the Horizon the scintillating star's stumbling across this tumble let the clearing son storm  closest tattered. 

Remember every state that you take becomes the direction of a new day

The written Stars scarring listening to dry seasons of which our life forces drown yet in the mountains shimmering bright light stained accross the rainbow shining memories  written by the young in  old, a conundrum written across the cast that stands.

Little brat fly across the stars, show me new moons yet aiming for the sun something you never saw yet written by the heart.

Little body remember, one and two make three, never the fourth  in the fifth came the sixth never the seventh well I  just ate something

The rhythm must flow a melody clustering, rise above evil right in believing.

Stone to Hell's Gate, grinding in the oven, oh self confidence tipping in stones really too young written by the ancient

When I think of the past it just keeps us  then goes around speaking the truth not the truth and the truth is not in accordance with the truth as the truth is not the truth ,the truth old to be  the truth as a truth is supposed to be truthful.

Knowledge is one by one as it's  supposed to but it starts when one has one becoming  a two-faced one you think about.

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