Finding my head not to find it, if i dont lie
My smooth ride on the road, back breaking
Safar bhi roz ka, and its no whr that m reaching
Oh..sun's out! To these~days~liking of fewer sapiens..
No body skcuf with the Jesus!..They jus did..sapiens!
Why, wid the sound in my hollow box, this morning..
I want to leave..to hv a monk with pink, horizon n floyd, singing..
'sole intention..is learning to fly'
& with settin sun; '..goodbye blue sky'..
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