IDIOLECTIC INSIGHT LTD XXXVII

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I have no patience for January, I have no patience for tyranny, all I want is for us to go to the sun, walk in fat green fields, hand in sweaty hand, across Our Golden Land. Dwindling light, frost bite, endless night, fuck it, fuck it all right, rage against it, do the Thomas, do the Dylan, bar the cold from your soul, fire it up, set it off, don't dive into that frigid hole, roar in that silent cell, unring that mortal bell, break that fickle shell, spill the blood, curse the spell, pour it hot, burn the snow, burn it slow, set it all aglow and see that darkness go, see that darkness go, see that darkness go.







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