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It's only rite

     
Gonna go too far again    
     
I can tell    
by the inside out goosebumps    
     
The stars of mania seem to align    
damn near this time    
every year    
     
Quiet    
when the suns anthem    
is the clearest      
thinking I have grown    
but    
     
Soon    
It's high time    
I sing sloppy, loud    
and beautiful    
   
before the flowers wilt      
     
and    
by harvest    
sure as shit gonna have    
well worn matted wool legs    
strong from dance    
and calcified feet turned hooves      
shiney enough to reflect the moon    
so she can see herself    
   
Written by lightbaron
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