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We all know love is free
But gets you fried chicken
I hear those people ring
Conversation listen
A false security
Breezes of the past
Impossibility
Reminds us of what's best
Lost in topography
Each with our possessions
Those difficult days
A butcher of our conscience
A public enemy
That reaches for our guts and heart
A possibility
A magnificent obsession