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Just believe to be satisfied with tricks,
Just believe He is what we called sick,
Past the trail of funny irony he mentioned,
Believe in Saucers, there are no other dimensions,
Keep the way the hero explains the color,
Guide the picture to its rightful cover,
Joke the juice, eventually, he has to work,
Reorganize his laptop, give nonsense his worth,
We’ll he be back, I don’t know its too early,
However, don’t let him catch U ahead of his journey,
Simulate his job, Understanding his plans,
Then strike for a blow, Only we can understand,
U see how the forest, lay silent in the night,
Grieve his disposition and be ready to fight.
