Our thoughts form the universe; they always matter.
Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine..
the jetsum sunk, I’m left behind;
Why don’t you like me, why don’t you like me without making me try?...
I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky, I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like.
Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more..
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