Hello there , here goes nothing again
Warped in thy Wilderness
Past the glade of dew
Wafts the smell of a weed
Bereft of senses thy wandered
Wander in the sky wrote the bard
Drift in the hash clouds
Speaking of double illusions
Call it a paradox, My friend
Wipe the sweat of thy brow
peep into the glorious cardiovascular piece
Hunt for the dwarf within
Convince him of his feelings
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