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I carry thoughts in my headmashine unable to make them sound I cannot make you hear their scheme until some new words got refound I am happy that the modern times are gone yet? and 'we became snappy' said: an anachronistically rising sunset we pleasantly stopped and watched too far losing our other tongue undescribing snarly stars and scars - wrongs that never had been sung I am lucky that after all we made it back and 'we got sticky' said: the world's copy is either grey or white and black I say lets try again who knows where we will end hopefully maybe we can invent new ways to describe our old frame more clearly then From Letras Mania