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Saturn 9*

so sad a song it won't go out the door and what is more no mess that I can handle now enough to simply sit inside and wait it out no twist and shout can work me up no effort more will help me how the clown is clocking off the ticking sink it slips a- long like drip of gutter good or not no way to suss it out the only day to grow is but a passage in my bag and what is more to know it comes along a creeping up like mutter from a hag I've ever known on idle days when falling off is all eyes left a- lone the home a licking light burn bent left on the candles whacked they sing both soft and doffed again until the lights go out a final time and nil is nut what emptied where we once were entry full...............