The mirror is corrupt
And I have nothing to do.
I have nothing to do,
The sky replied very good.
I know how to transport
To whom transport and
Why to transport.
Anyway, I am cool
And want to listen to
From you.
And you are uttering
No word and I am not
Closing my ears, as I
Want to ride the grass here.
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