If you forget the forest, the lake,
You are one shade paler. Imagine You returned to high school, how Disconsolate you would grow. Chagrin Doesn’t begin to tell it. You have Forgotten, haven’t you? Sometime There’s a weed you have to look real hard To see, you might think some number’s prime When it’s not. That’s why we have This river of fire. Once in a while We have to disappear. Try To come out, this time, without guile.
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