just as clear as your gaze
I see all the rays in this maze
don't give me any lip
ill rip it off these days
fuckin sit next tóme...if u wanna see
your righteous wayz
ask the stone aged in wine
or the sparkling love of ur dime
promise me tiny bits of your soul
as u still be all u told
contradict in a phrase
that kidll never learn hiz way
we tried
but its to late
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