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The sand was quick, the slick talk was thick  
So I washed the thought with a water pick  
The sarcasm is flowing on down the tree  
I believe I saw big bird fly across the sea...  
   
As the winter is freezing to make summer sweltering    
While the planet is spinning, but I can't tell it...  
To feel like a phantom floating in a spaceship  
The words are numbing, I can't feel my lips...  
   
The sound in the distance rings a chalice of time    
A song of past love, the heart pumps a rhyme  
Some stop the train wreck before it brings doom  
Others offer sacrifice on a ancient King's tomb...  
   
But don't worry for naught, fret makes nothing to sell  
For clock makers are ticking, the sum worked up in a bell  
We stroke the cat fur, to spark the green blur  
Phosphorescent energy glows bright to inture...  
   
The sum of the parts, will never add to the whole  
If we want to touch God, we must feel with the soul...