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Sounding out these vowels without the definitions
of what these words could possibly mean
Turning through the pages with endless repetition
is not quite what it seems
Looking for a message spread through the cables
to scroll across my screen
But my connection is too unstable for it to make it all the way to me

These hours are relative, so we'll cower in benefits
and I'll leave with only one thing on my mind
So-long to changing seasons,
concerned only with completion
whether it's hot outside or it's freezing

It's nothing but an omen
when our salary is cut
Frowning at the Romans
like they stole our golden guts
Howling at the moment
when our battery is up
Drowning like we're showmen
when the curtains slam shut

If you are a dreamer, a wisher, or a liar...
If you are a pretender...
come sit by my fire!
For we have some golden tales to spin
So come in, come in.

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