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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