My mind is open to all kinds of things
If only you knew just how far I might have come
To see all of you
These each and every dreams, they typically steal all of our bohemian thoughts
Find a surefire way to relay them on up inside of my slumbersome mind
Harnessed right here immediately, waiting for you to sneak on in all over again and again
Every other potion-filled, problematically branched out evening
When, oh when will we learn to earn it in a far more physical, less distant way at least
This is the thing, they whispered in my wicker ear not so long ago that I have only three more weeks to live

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