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Vaguely fading dreams drifting
pale horses, snowcapped mountains violet flowers weaving sifting Living life like treacle fountains Say you sensible this is not? Sing I a favour to your brain. life fits no simple slot and boredom is the greater pain. Brightly burning pyres flicker livid like a rose in bloom the soul of creation is thicker than that of the stock boardroom. Reaching out with hands that smile I offer love and light for all. And if you prefer the darker mile I have no problem with that stall. Come one come all, rejoice your life and do not argue with your wife for I will show you pain and pleasure greater than that had with knife.
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