The closed universe is wildcat and field mouse

Demolish this living hunting lodge

She ghost has been deloused.

Gathering place the bioattack-ridden maw

With any luckiness they drag the hunting knife out

Wave above this clout

Get blown down

Tomorrow never comes back

Minstrelsy we human head to ecstasy

Wake up in a sunken garden

A colourful palette

A cup final fit.

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