setting ideas free
I hearing call go to terrace and see thee light
inside I think setting ideas free
you squawking talking loving me
I sing my song for joy lighting spark a boy
allowing cosmic rays to shine for you
wisdom in solitude
my whole ideal is natural, like its hard for me not to always win, dominate. like I am manufacturing tricks out like on a conveyor belt. cause it comes sowing way to easy for thee. me got something great going on thats pretty good, love. that for sure, cause it, works playing, paying. for thy learning so fast, whatever it is I do, it looks like I was am meant to be mastering any all ways, for enjoying light fire spark flare firing being aware. calming is the wind of the sea surround me, to believe is to conceive these word you present breathe, reed. knowingly feelingly, My whole ideal is naturally grounding, smooth, sounding coolfittings emittings God force. Flying feelings like star, like gravity forgiving my name. like I am manufacturing motion tricks rolling ready steady like on a conveyor growing trees, each one arriving perfect, right on time. sow Easy comes choosing me, like something already known finding its way throug...
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