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Father I killed my monkey
I let it out To taste the sweet of spring Wonder if I will wander out test my tether to See if I'm still free From you Steady as it comes Right down to you I've said it all So maybe we're a Bliss Of another kind Lately, I'm in to circultry What it means to be Made of you but not enough for you And I wonder if You can bilocate is that what I taste Your supernova juice You know it's true I'm part of you Steady as it comes Right down to you I've said it all So maybe you're a 4 horse engine With a power drive A hot katchina who wants into mine Take it with you terracide We're a Bliss Of another kind |
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