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A million miles from crescent skies

Far from light or dire times

We exercise our right to fly up eye to eye 'til we arrive

And as we fall back down to our demise

To a pillow case and a mighty sigh

Short of breath from a climb this high

I think, «What a decline.»

If this is it I’m fine with dying

Say goodbye to everything that I am

Flesh and mind

Thoughts of Freud

And hello odes of joy

I’m your newest employee waiting to be assigned

And oh how I will oblige

Blindly, kind, without a fight

Let’s rest

(Sex)

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