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Fateful fateful weather Whether surfing surf The withered peels Peels of all dismantled huts The stunning architecture Fills with wind Wind wind exterior laughs any Anyway An inner ear serenity endures But I hear trivial talk talk to to challenge us to Assess our limitations I'll keep the sunscreen in mind Downward folding peaceful A visitor And temporary thoughts about my allergies In order of importance and Free-wheeling dreams Blue gray firmly like all the toxic dust that lines the clouds The angels spit down The fences fall, the bridges crumble to letters So that if I hear threatening words That force us all to sustain those positions I'll bring my whiskey along