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By Convolution

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Tie your bibles shut, my friends, We’re off to visit earth and hell, You’ll soon forget they’re different things, You’ll soon learn secrets none could tell. Forget the thought of opposites, For in this place no two exist, All things have spectrums, rich and wide, All things will leave and will be missed. Breathe deep the sweet entheogen, And keep your thoughts inside the car, Don’t forget your way back home, Don’t forget you’ll go too far. Remember who your parents were, It’s only right to see them through, Give them what joy they deserve, Give them what pain they gave to you. Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 10:19 AM PST   0 • 13

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