Cryptic Life
Let the road that spins
be full of grace,
and flys up high and never fins.
Let the bumps smooth.
Let the rain fall.
But don't let it wiegh you down.
If it fins.
Let it be.
You nd you kin
will understand that Tree.
Let this Cryptic Life
have it's meanig,
and don't let the knife
cut the Scheaming.
be full of grace,
and flys up high and never fins.
Let the bumps smooth.
Let the rain fall.
But don't let it wiegh you down.
If it fins.
Let it be.
You nd you kin
will understand that Tree.
Let this Cryptic Life
have it's meanig,
and don't let the knife
cut the Scheaming.
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