Misty

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By Sandwich Massacre

Tic toc the clock it sings Tic toc the moment rings Time like sweet yet turmoil in the night Like silent fog that roles into a meadow And like feathers that paste against the azura skies The pale pigments of a plastered dream Christmas lights in a summer scene Misty roads to no where A place that always snows there The shiny locks of gold hair These misty roads to nowhere Nowhere Where ever it may be Tic toc the clock it sings Tic toc the clock it sings Tic toc the clock it sings With choir stars And ample space Pluto and mars A perfect place In me 2002

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