Designers at every turn,

creators for every sale,

influence caress thine ears,

sipping curd at the dining pail.

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Nothing to see here folks,

set your simple mind in tune,

for the time is not a watch,

but some still plan too soon.

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At night the dark comes in,

rumored to keep you still,

a window in the moonlight,

more and more to fill.

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Till fullness weighs you down,

keeps you from taking flight,

ever the sparrow tied to a string,

now is the time to fight.

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Slumber sleeper unaware,

everything is normal,

weaves of webs upon one’s heart;

check the light for some do depart.

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Not all that’s gold is mining,

even mountains fall to waste,

your soul is up for the taking,

Pudding will mask the nasty taste.

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