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these are the days of foggy times
shrouded in clutters of mystic rhymes
all hands are clean soap is none
mask are on oxygen gone hug a tree
while you're home don't forget the
birds will sing you a song listen
to your heart its beating for you
don't forget to breathe its telling you
this time will pass as all them do
how you spend it is all up to you
careful who you give your energy to
remember in a world where not much
seems to matter one of the things
that should to you is you
darkness will come after the dawn
you are the only one who can
turn on the nightlight in the room
in which you reside where you
preside you chair your own mind
don't blame for pain it only causes
one to feel more shame don't like
the pronunciation give it a name
you are the pilot flying your plane
you don't need permission when
you hold the key to the ignition
enjoy the voyage upon reaching
outer space let the force awake
