Lyrics:
of leaves mottled by the cleaves of caterpillar's ardent mandibles form a basketweave of glowing mud, bluebells in bud. Linen smock and scarlet-embroidered
insane, strange catastrophes That bring us together just like a basketweave Man and if you're ever asking me I know that life we're suppose to cherish it
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