Alas,
Odlt 1 became factory
As forest of smelling victory
Remixed their latest songs
Silent sound sang
As id oriented instrument drove safely
On the moist liquid language that flowed with anxiety
Dig it well,
I passed and hide
That was not the beginning
The swords embraced friction
The tip of the pointer pointed to north
And the gigantic mansion surrendered to hardness
Stupidity overcame the day
Madness impossibly became possibility
Gentle fellows on slow way
Flourishing natural wine
I hail!
The wine kept the move
The move led to insertion
The insertion smashed the environ
And the environ turned envelope
Finished, job well done
Bundles of witty weakness,
Mathematics of discouragement
Rested on their shoulders
As they refused to remix the last song
Gently
I dismissed my attention
And I faced my business
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