Lazy bumblebees dance with the grass blades.
No one here will get out, the Devil said so.
Who wants to breathe anyways? Written in the
Dust, words of a lie. Wash the window, so you
Can hear me better. The sunlight will shine
Through, the mango tress will sway. Stay if you
Please, and wear your sunglasses at night. The
Stars are on fire, and that will hurt your soul.
Don’t take the greed from your neighbor, the
Black in his eyes don’t match. The renaissance
Dance will now begin.
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