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Gazing into the suburban fog at sunrise I ask the sky to make me wise To clear the fog of lies Remove my inner spy's Disguise So I Can lay me down to die In peace Among the geese Perhaps to rise up In time to size up The odds I'll win this bet And get Home before the sun has set
Silly but spiritual. It’s like a spoon full of sugar before the natural, moral medicine goes down.
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