Lyric Paraphrases - pt 1
Within my ocular units,
though currently unavailable,
incognito--a secret to everyone,
a serpent lays, obscuring the visage,
and, to my shame, the gaseous and burning solar body.
Temperature the likes of which evaporates water;
an overwhelmingly unpleasant odor emanating from the season at hand. Abscond with the temperate air currents, weary companion. The days of the truthful gentleman have passed, occasionally much longer than need be for legless reptiles.
Singularity star,
will not you enter into my proximity,
and remove precipitation?
Singularity star,
will not you enter into my proximity?
Will not you enter into my proximity?
Will not you enter into my proximity?
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