somewhat rare and of u

get off the sky, sleep being clouds in the throat

500 hammers, 500 seas bent in the pants of u

his charms were strange

i use u like a dead man

with some loose device

i am but this, u cloud

this man, conversation

set to clouds

the music

shows up

the seizure equals a man of of music but blue sky me

if you're me, speak; see no clouds

who is felt somewhat rare and of u

lives falling out of your sky, who fell me

she is 50 the sky liked to cry

i am sorry, night; i am no longer falling

it's ok to fall, pour some hyphens

pour his sky, pour fell out of the world now