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Swallow these pearls. |
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They surround the lives of the walking. |
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As they burst in your mouth. |
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Remember to breathe! |
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They surround the lives of the walking. |
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The ocean drowns the infant inside. |
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If you don't want to see the horses maimed by the waves, lift your arms signal the rocks. |
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Keep your arms up. |
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The vultures will soon be here to carry us home. |
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Yesterday is today. |
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Tomorrow will be our last. |
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What's left. |
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Swallow these pearls. |
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They surround the lives of the walking. |
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As they burst in your mouth. |
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Devoured by beak and wing. |
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We agreed we were not afraid to pass on. |
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Remember to breath! |
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Bubbles of voice whisper they whisper. |
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I'll be proud of you no matter what. |
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Damaging ears like fireworks. |
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Remember to hold your breath. |
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Lack of oxygen invites colors. |
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I'll be proud of you no matter what. |
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What's left? |
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Blue giant throats that cry your name till they are considered soul. |
