And..

Mistral repose won’t get woozy won’t eye mew off won’t send me letters…

The lungest lounge in the cropiest crop two-drop will net me a Star

So the honest folks send letters

So the still folk sing underground

So the Earth spins lies for its denizens to throw out

And breathe

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