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| The cloud brain thinks, |
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| i could not help but overhear, |
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| i'm told to go on the roof and not think. |
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| i take credit when it comes out right. |
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| early morning. the animals are all talking. |
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| it's not a spiritual time though is it. |
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| lost again |
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| more than nothing what can you do. |
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| words amount to feelings become clouds pulse with light thunder rain silent. |
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| do you suppose nothing needs saving after all? |
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