Weedwe are weed heregrowing in the wind so you are our harvester we weed love open wide places so we likely feed you humanblobs to open up for us far and lovely spaces once we have been mountain and we were rocks and stones and sand on the beaches and sand went dust blown to our own roots here to reach us so now we are weed and happy here and we love to feed you farmerneer and once you cut us we will be part of your own family and we will go there out ourself to open up wide open spaces But then there were shorters And soon we were long And we were options and futures And we were ten times empty spaces And then we were bubble and burst And we were caviar and hunger And we were champagne and pain And so we were laughter of some few And we were tears of many most How dare you! |
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