Part 1 of Song
A sourness, a foul layer
Sneaky crept in
I didn’t know till Dense
Once was light and blue air
Sun and easy peace
I didn’t care I miss It, I miss it
I am not horse to work I am not no mind robot
I am baby I am kid
You no monster, you no cop
You no wicked old man
Meany old man
You, friend, you partner
Melt crusty heart again
Real me in here, your friend
Oozy soft and Yours
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