Sneaky snail-track contrail
Glitters and disappears
The blue goes back to blue
The ground stands still
Though we know it's whirling
A little like a drunk
In a dream you woke from
Sweating shaking
Almost a melodrama
If it weren't so tragic
Of a phantom chasing you
Yelling no, no I won't
Hurt you I just want to meet
And catch up on your story
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