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My Cigar Sleepless nights they take me away, overkilled theories blown high and astray. Wake my mind from this incapable frame, clear my thoughts quench thy flame. Standing here this place in between, that which is here and now till that which cannot be seen. But for now my friend I smoke my cigar, they can have their slander, their fodder, but damned they really are. Give me peace my piece, let my dreams come close no longer afar. They can have their quarrels their wars and their ways, But here in my drugness, in my ethereal state, I maintain a pure pipeline, my person thou abate. My cigar, my lovely conversation, take thee I shall. Warm nights or cold, only to you, can I tell. |
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