Oh where did it go
Although it would bite me
I do miss it so
The new kind of sound
Is not a snakes rasp
It is a husky and shadowy
Clap
My current life is full
They make the agenda
To ask me to make
More non-propaganda
I do like to do
But where does it go
Over lake, city, town,
Mountain and snow.
My brain, my self
Are healing anew.
Better than ever,
The parts are far few,
First ended the war
Between broken hearts,
Then, stopped a car
And sold it for parts,
Let life be a lesson,
Is said strictly no more.
Scatter the Earth
With dewdrops and stars,
Landscapes of daffodils
Growing on Mars,
Fields full of daisies
Abound on the Moon
And Earth is simply
A beauty platoon.
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