The light of the truth can be harsh to those who’ve been in the dark.
First the thought and then the act
To think a plant up towards the sun
It can’t be done, it can’t be done
…
Sam and Libby, Lib and Sam
Made a little one of them
A baby’s born a man to die
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
the rotted love manipulates me
and I, I, you, we’re not thinking my stromata
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