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Butterflies and More
"Butterflies Instead" - K's Choice
I leave my home, and leave my shore and learn of butterflies and more. The beauty of their colored wings, the trees4, the grass and pretty4 things, and exploration makes more seaish my existence. Cueball says "The world’s too big, let’s turn around, work out the sea, the sea is down" (or 'the sea's big too, and it is down'?) I know he's wrong, I know the sea from there is inexplicable. We’d rest, reflect, but could not guess The things we’d see when we went up He says the top will always climb(it can go on longer than we can) I’ll still go up and tell him, "Everything, well, no, But anything we ask, we’ll know." (or: "Everything's too much, but anything we can, we'll touch") They know this land, they healed my knee, I wonder if they know the sea. Their leader talks; they know the sea will cover everywhere we’ve walked. They say we can’t get back in time. I still look up and tell them, "Everything will end But anything we can, we’ll mend Everything will end (Even time will end) But anything we can, we’ll mend (But any time we have, we'll spend) mend... mend... mend... mend... we’ll mend... we’ll mend... we’ll mend... we’ll mend... The ground’s too wet, the water’s fresh, and we still have to find the rest. It’s all we can just to survive, then she floats up and tells me: We’ll mend... We’ll mend... We’ll mend... We’ll mend... We’ll mend... We’ll mend... We’ll mend... I left my home, and left my shore and learned of butterflies and more.
Posted on 2013-08-15 21:42 by Angelastic.
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Molpy
"Zombie" - The Cranberries
I think that pixel's busted; is that mustard, movin'? Let's compare it: That, right there, it's red, and that's gone to green. It must be a compy; let's ENHANCE! And we'll see, Like I said, like I said there's no error! But it could be a mole, from its hole, on a stroll. Let's agree, option three: a chimera! In that grass In that grass Molpy, molpy, molpy-y-y What's in that grass In that grass Molpy, molpy, molpy, hehehe, molp! Molp molp, molp molp molp. Molp molp, molp molp molp. Molp molp, molp molp molp. Molp molpy grapevine. That molpy role be played by squirpy clade, I know it. Pretty weird, with wow trees here, they don't live where you grow it. What the tree? Where are we? Randallverse? Cassini? Looks to me, looks to me There's an error! Get the sweets, and the treats, and the neat comfy seats Heresy, heresy calls for terror! In that grass In that grass Molpy, molpy, molpy-y-y What's in that grass In that grass Molpy, molpy, molpy, hehehe, molp, molp, molp, molp, molp, molp, molpy... argh, it's a snaaake.
Posted on 2013-08-15 21:42 by Angelastic.
