A jittered strike
And out on a bike
It's a pout on route
And about time
To fly on the rolling
There wouldn't be anything else
To say
There wouldn't be another door
When we all turn into something
I am something already
Yet something new
Anybody is
Something else
It's about time
To fly on the rolling
That's all folks
We've cleared academy
But its empty halls
Do not hum anymore
A vigored smite
And we well as might
Make back the meat to spend
To roll and to rosy
And to fly on the rollings
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