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She’s picking up velocity |
Anti-gravitational atrocity |
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The girl is spun out and floating |
You're full up and gloating |
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She's in the constellations now, |
Over the moon like a black hole vibe cow |
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Velocity achieved over land |
In eerie galactic wind she'll expand |
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Soaring and spinning in the black |
While you're sneaking out the back |
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She’s already got her invitation |
to your coldest outer most vibration |
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Lost her silver cord in a turbulent astral flight |
Lost her faithful code in dream last night |
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She drowned solo in preoccupation of not being alone |
Eating feasts of despair from sorrow she'd sown. |
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Hopeful of the day she will inwardly expand |
Beyond blanket analogies and reprimand |
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Optimism fuels up the velocity girl, |
A powerful direction-less social whirl |
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Bestows un-returnable gifts of wit |
With both ends of her candle lit |
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She’s victorious alone in her own inner space |
A mansion of expansion in a final frontier of grace |
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