Don’t ignore the light-hearted lunatics
They are only shy
And never deny your own realm
Above all else, look inside to try ‘n find a better escapee
As that soul is a fierce cream-filled dreamboat
And your lightning rod is never sold
But if you coose to buy it, I’ll pitch in my own cents,
An heirloom,
And my copper earmuffs
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