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I keep a bit away
A bite away

I don't see nothing
It's dark

There's a sweaty hand
A formal man

I stick too tight too close
No room for to remoof

I think I may just moose
I stall

I wonder then at home
I stir and stir

There's end to all
Could end so well

My flight might fall
My wings my whip

I know the sound
The sound is light

The light is pure
Fits like a dove
 
The weed is good
Affection too

None other like
None like in dreams

In dreams and thoughts
Beneath I dwell

To break the spell
Undo the pain

The loveless dragging on
Send back the words

Untie unwind
Unwind untie and cured!