Do you dream of butterflies?  Beautiful beautiful wings carry me to the place
Where I belong. I dream of butterflies taking me down wistfully into the rainbow hills- on my own, where I belong. Inhale the greenest weed, enjoy the journey, it carried me and now it will carry you to the place where I belong. Grow long spider legs that walk me far from here to where the  sounds are seen as green seas- waving, swaying- where smells are so strong- Overwhelming ecstasy. Exhale the hate, inhale green music where I belong. 

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So it’s official.  They’ve set the date of my very first funeral.  Now I’m crazy and there’s no way to avoid my impending doom.  So I guess I’ll only ask of you a few things, perhaps a shoulder or a little love.. I’d give anything for just a little taste of you- With nothing else to do but sit quietly and patiently wait for the moment to arrive. 

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