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Brilliant, a word describing something
You create to desecrate the I've become
A prophet, not to be but heard
Speaks in and sarcasm

To me plain, to you absurd
You don't know me let alone my
Actions do not always self
I don't urgency in explaining

My conscience clear
The seed is gently sown back to Earth
The flower resplendent fumes
A miracle

The cynic in a of something more
The fragrant air cannot
To what it was the great

Remember the old days
the sound
Remember the mustiness underground

No, I don't feel the need for
Some things are off dead
Never thought the
Was to burn us

We worked the bellows for so
The of the fire apathized us
Looks like we burned ourselves

Remember the old band we ears with pain
Nothing to lose, there was nothing to
No, I don't my span of attention
I do my old friend Tim