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Red
We ran laps around this shanty town.
Our minds wrapped around,
we brought rapture down.
This court was called in pastures,
and the jester wore the crown.
Red seeped in,
and we burned that pasture down.
It was a time for deep re rooting,
we dug our fingers in the ground.
We planted seeds of consciousness,
and watched the rain fall down.
Our minds wrapped around,
we brought rapture down.
This court was called in pastures,
and the jester wore the crown.
Red seeped in,
and we burned that pasture down.
It was a time for deep re rooting,
we dug our fingers in the ground.
We planted seeds of consciousness,
and watched the rain fall down.
Published 25th Feb 2012
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