I wore striped solitudes,
I got it up to my nose, flowery symphonies,
Has it ever rained on your cloudless days, sir?
Have you had brown teas?
How many teas did you drink your sugar with, sir?
Wasn't the drum equal to the equal?
You're off balance, sir. You are unstable.
You are my balance.
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