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We like to smoke pot
We like it a lot
Our small eyes are tearing for what we have not
Our small eyes are tearing for what we have not
The nice pipe is here
A lighter is near
I won't become freaked out
Fear not
Sister dear
I won't become freaked out
Fear not
Sister dear
We miss the blue sky
It is cold
We will cry
Our being mind is waning and we now know why
Our being mind is waning and we now know why
We want to feel warm
Yet outside the norm
We want to be a cradle held
And then to be reborn.
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