You're demanding my feeling but barely I'm standing I smoke on the landing as ashes drift silent, compliant to find the map, I was baby-born blind to the deep sweet recesses of a beautiful mind. Hipparchus could chart but numbers just are as peptides explode from Pandora's jar, far from the sequences plaguing my heart. Take these rose-colored glasses I've got a hunch. What do I see behind blue eyes like mine? Lights flicker and shine, wiring's prime, yet the brown-eyed guy sees just as fine. Magnificently I mourn-no-more, marred of heart, mind behind, married dreamed, mortal changed.
Lord Lord an echo in the sky, the wind through pristine leaves the roar of my memory caw caw all years a dream my birth a dream caw caw all Visions of the Lord Lord Moloch which shows me the way of the day Lord Lord caw caw caw Lord
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