The lounge of liquid love lore's me unto Crocodile's,
Sights dripping with sorrow slip into simply being,
In the land of the lady reason has no responsibility,
Monks of Thelonious decorate defiant ears,
The synergy of sin simply doesn't see Seraphs,
I smoke distances in miles with no smiles until she
grants the magic of murdered memories.
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