Who’s to say that life must be eventful, strings pull anyway, the moon in the sky sways, the waves push and pull, wolves howl, and I'm also dancing along to it, the rhythm and flow, it’s as if I'm a part of nature, up your skirt, but your mom calls, in which deep pit should we fall, up the highway, following the red lights, the sun rises, and it’s so beautiful, the red and blue in the sky, lovers intertwined, how should the sequence go, same template, same song, the earth goes round, eventually it will be covered in snow, the sailors sing a song, asking how deep we should go, and it never really mattered, content, but I may still be doomed to grow, and I sort of wonder, it’s almost as if I should be in love, death, gravestone...

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