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by RocktheRules   Mar 15, 2006


Waste not
The Yellow in front of you
The journey in a flower
Or the Sight in a finger
Everywhere is a smile
You just have to find comfort
Inside that frown
In every being
You told me
I told the bee
I'm just another flavor
Can't you see
That's how your weird
Your different
But don't be shy
Because the frightening
Park
Starts tomorrow

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