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New moon circles around A transmission from forest fire Fills the void (New summer view) No words, cosmic time The sperm bank of America Egos drive down avenues Gross revenue What can I do? What can I do? What can I do? What can I do? Helpless, haunted by The inherited character In my jeans and in my shoes In my attitude What can I do? What can I do? Plucked from branches and spawned into the night Unaware of the subtleties I'll find I’m upended from nature and a light is shining From Letras Mania