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Every thought's a
A pack of I cannot tame
You're wondering who to
Now your has come up lame

Fortress of hate
and hopes all pound the gate
Too early, too late
is evil, which is great?

Pigs are and cats are dogs
And thoughts are made of Logs
To tend to the mice and
Where black is blue and bad is

that I keep my money in
Melt some wax and of tin
Forget name, how to walk and ignore
The light shining in under the door

Thoughts like a through a foam device
Liquid bread and ice
Make a promise, teeth, go to bed
Wake up you're dead