But the air is full of snags
Sailing insects and shreds
Glasses be thy best friend
Indispensableasaircould be
Menaces itcradles all round
Here you have the foul smell
Onlybefriend thy little mask
The essential dearair could be
Deafeningit could turn out
The daily echoesare insidious
Only do pad thy little holes
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