Yeah I'm done relaxing!

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Unknown beavers tending trees,

Broken branches break your knees,

Eagles flying, hear their pleas...

Guitar strings breaking, and baby shaking

Fear’s never giving, always taking

Funeral bell, solemn knell

There goes Elle, down to Hell

Burn a book, be a crook,

Kiss the cook and fly a kite,

Feel the Hype of Fahrenheit,

Tomorrow night past the eternal blight

See the summer’s darkest light,

Tomorrow is, another day

It’s just too bad, I won’t get paid...

The End

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