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I'm calling out to number One,
now where have all my people gone?
They left me by a yellow sea,
abandoned me so merrily.
And the opposite void of sandy dunes,
are blue beneath the light of the moon.
How shall I choose,
I cannot swim much less stay wet in a shower of sun.
In the daylight's rein of delight and fun.
Walking right along the edge of these ridiculous beasts
where they meet in the middle to join for a feast.
As I glance down the beach,
my sight sees what my eyes reach.
Another cloudy drifting wave of micro-sonic beez,
to teach my new language to.
I did not know that this would happen to you,
when you finally read or heard this through.
You might believe your psychadobi to alleviate
now that you got through the pre-cusp of action
attraction, sifting, lifting mistakes to make.
You now should take hold of your fate
without disturbing the gates to all the different places
a rate might take you mate.
So don't be late.

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