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I see a parallel, a parable

A young leaf casts a shsdow
On the older leaf below

Nettle siblings
Nettle order of things
Nettle cardioid leaves
Nettle

Ay I'm heating like kettle
Of it's a problem you know that I Settle
Racin real fast they calling me
Vettel stinging these guys I'm sum Like a nettle

of metal
And I got da flames up blazing on a next level
Baphomet flames uno its mad like death metal
Im on my devil level
Man was born to be a Rebel
Ill

My heart's a stinging nettle
You're the moth to my flame
I think I don't deserve you anymore
You see, I think I've changed over time
I've changed my

L'ALCOOL

Serge Gainsbourg

Gainsbourg, Vol. 1: Le Poinconneur des Lilas

1989

wall
I play scarecrows

But the name of God in my soul
Brûlait yet this flame
Where s'éclairaient my love
And my brief engagement
Like so many fires

that scribble
We seceded

And drew a circle
Around our feral kingdom

Watched over by the stinging nettle
In an old, mushroomed-over log
The buried

L'ALCOOL

Arthur H

Piano Solo

2002

wall
I play scarecrows

But the name of God in my soul
Brûlait yet this flame
Where s'éclairaient my love
And my brief engagement
Like so many fires

to Shikoku
Getting that cash
I'm spitting flames and I know that I'm breathing in ash
Drippy like splash
My bars be super hot so you can't get too close or get

I wrapped his wounds in nettle leaves
Around his neck an amulet of rabbit feet
A love as deep as winter sea
When the waves rolled out I was
Left

the petals
I felt your silhouette
The touch of painted nettle
The smoke of cigarettes
We slept along La Seine
Woke up in Saint Michel
Flipped the lid, felt

my mouth again
Got a nettle pillow and an eiderdown of flame
Watched over by a narcoleptic crane 
That I wish would just wake up and dance again

a diss, bitch I got you submissive
Never miss, that's it, mister slick like Bisquick
Sp-Spittin' flame everyday, run for the fire escape
Hangin off your old

with the bane of nettle 
Burn it all down you know you can't resist
Stoking the flames with your final breath
Don't be alarmed by the contorting victim

your name

My shoes are wet, my hat is dry
My dirt-caked nails are a friend of mine
Pickled eggs and nettle stings
Jewelweed mash and a fire ring

Lewis

I was bootlegging Ketel One on Kessel Run I'm a vet,
bending around black holes for 12 parsecs just to settle a bet,
I meddled in some nettles, just

the bones
Piecing them together
In any weather and all alone

And you'll free the deer
From a blinding fear
From wasps and nettles you came
Rising up from

of the potential rose
Like flames
Before you were dead
You were born
Covered in your mother's fluid
You flowed out
A river
A waterfall
A watercolor for Ra

hood call
Me Nettles, fuck it, who are you?
Didn't ride out or trap before me
Scored a point on a opp
Made a rack before me
Shawty asking if I meant what

The leather is sturdy but not too elastic  

Goyard the trunks like I’m Patrick

Forging the flow in the flame like a blacksmith  

Forgi the feet on the wagon