*Flow in the Name of Love* *Channel_42* *Autismus* *Artifically_Autistically* He trembles in the bitter wind Until it's time for us to speak Whilst others here are sleeping sound I'll slip away by floorboard creak Upon the hill he'll hear my secrets Shock the colors to bleach inside Whilst others there are sleeping sound Just we two will confide With frosty Jack on fingernail Through shoe black smile he'll tell a tale Come whisper through your lips of straw A moment torn forever more My so called friends say you're not alive I'll bake their bones for telling lies Then pull the pastry from the pie And pour the gravy in their eye Listen to his body moan Make a wish and send us home To spin the gold and silver stitches We can turn his rags to riches
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