Hmm... gonna do this with the stash.. better work man... cuz thats the backup for the holidays.
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The roach is out, The session's done
In from the east, The morning sun
Snuf out the candles, Blow out the 'cense
Losing calm, Becoming tense
The cry of birds, I must depart
Swift as a storm, Tact like a dart
Regretfully, I crawl in bed
There's little rest, For this lone 'head
Once again, Cycles begin
Certain patterns
With no end
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