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An Art
Savoring my thoughts,
On a Saturday evening.
Blow those blue lights;
The blue the borrow needs,
Already runs within me.
Red, my eyes; black, the noise.
May all spill to fill...
On a Saturday evening.
Blow those blue lights;
The blue the borrow needs,
Already runs within me.
Red, my eyes; black, the noise.
May all spill to fill...
