The Sun will fall, but it is warm and though the storm (spreading past the cold chiseled bridge) oh, black dog-- Your skin falls, off but you are warm and the hair shorn is in the air now its in the ground: oh, black dog-- do you know you are good?
Do you know?
You are good black dog.
Will I cry when theres a full dog bowl?
Will I cry?
I dunno.
Should I cry?
Oh, I dont know.
Theres no death, "
Its all in the floor." "
Theres no death," will I say that anymore?
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