I forced my ability today,
with nothing to do, and words left to say.
A crying fighter in the night,
I used to be so weak, but now I'm only light,
challenges, challenges.
Where they vomit, from,
I guess I'll never know.
Yellow snow, Yellow snow,
I guess why you are so funny,
is something that I'll never know,
never know, never,
yellow snow.
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