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Do Not Resuscitate
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It's ours
Out of all the things. All the things and dreams, unimaginable by human beings, - life - , and its ours? You are flying at ease, You are dancing amongst all things, Now when you land, land with a smile. For you exist, and so many things do not. Now when you dance, dance with care, For you exist, and so many dreams have not. Now when you rest, rest at ease, For you are asleep, and you can create things. Out of all the things. All the things and dreams, unimaginable by human beings, - life - , and it's ours. ![]() edit: Each stanza either looks like a mushroom or a top-hat hahaha.
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