We shall know the job soon done
With the anger that is so unclear
With different cutting angels
There is laughter for the music
Boats going into the distance
If that is what she is after
The final wave fom something
Things hard to locate
In the swirl of ice cream dreams
If the sheets were dirty
Then it would be the cleaner
I have seen there is nothing here
It has left and laughed.
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