God
I hope that
You never let me go
of your sight
Please
God
Never let me go
Back to work in the slams
Of the third word
Because that is not what I need
And that is not what I am asking you to do for me
Good I am talking common sense right now with you
Because my mind is not confused
And my my is clear
Like a thinker bell
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