Branch in the breeze waving slowly back and forth as if asleep break piece by piece or just by sheer caprice decide to let go How will you spin this one you'd never stand your stains now as the island sinks and you'll still praise the rain and then you'll cry at dusk when the day is done you'll exit or expire in the evening sun Army of lies now denial of denial's your disguise cope, grasp your hope as the rope around your neck pulls tighter
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