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They scattered, who where
And our gods sometimes
let them feel
that we are not here.
They scattered, who why
and banking system codes
We don't hack
Without writing a sonnet.

Let's remove the cream from us,
Let's make a movie soon!
On that plate
You listened to "Milk it",
And there are guitars with a wall.

The house will be trains
But, my God, how long I have been waiting
And the throat was bubbling with hoarse!
Rigans of cities
Enjoyed us for
that we burst into their concrete world.

Let's remove the cream from us,
Let's make a movie soon!
On that plate
You listened to "Milk it",
And there are guitars with a wall.