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Isn't it a pity
Isn't it a shame
Spring has risen over this game
Memory in motion
A carpenter of sound
Awakening my ears
Lays my body down

One look left
Don't look right
I might catch your eye

And then I'll slip away
To the other side
Of the brain that I portray

A wiley old cadaver
A velvet swinging hammer
A windmill of a force is what keeps us both apart
Caught up in your membrane
Amoeba cradled shell
I am crying on the inside
Like a water swells

One look left
One look right
I might catch your lies

And then I'll slip away
To the other side
Of thе brain that I portray

Isn't it a pity
Isn't it a shame
The flowers in our gardеn have bloomed
And shed their fray
An astral projection
Of our future in our rush
Like one bird in a hand is worth two in the brush

Oh what is even real
It took a long time
A long time to manifest and feel

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