I THROW SPARKS I'VE TRIED TO TALK IN A FLAMELIT CITY

YOU'LL HEAR ME BARK ALL YALL MOVE DRONE SLOW

I'LL TARE OFF THAT BLINDFOLD WENT FROM

DARK TO THE LIGHT OF DAY FROM AUTUMN

GREY TO THE END OF MAY THAT'S

NOT THE SUN SHINING

BUT MY FAVOURITE

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