Sandwiches for you, and some for me too, it's a pity though, that they cannot be at the same time, my boo boo boo.
Flying away, far and out, one jump at a time, figuring out the route. It is all confusion, and madness, I don't understand. You of course, know exactly what's the plan. One imagines.
And then I get tired, nod right off. Unable to talk, or give a heads up. Just be gone, I wanna tell, don't wanna here the ring of the bell.
Less is more, I've found, and that's how these things go, round and round and round. On, and on, and off and on and off and what's up now, who even knows. Except you. One hopes.
It's me, I keep saying, you insist otherwise. This is some nonsense, you gotta do better things. Chop chop chop, head off now, be back when the gloomy days are gone. When the sun is out, and the days are bright, we'll figure out what's wrong and what's right.
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