A Dying Star Shines BrighterWell old boy, we made it this far for sure, Threw our crutches to the floor, Little less ebb, Little more lost, Head-down, head-first, Brain sink, brain bumble, Stammering, stumbled on through. But, damn it, old boy, we made it this far. Forward, I say. And, forward, say that thing in your head. That thing that screams, that thing that Screams. Forward, say screams! But in a closet is a box That encloses a track With treadmill lanes, And blows a wind to debase the springs on your shoes,A Dying Star Shines Brighter
Your brand new shoes, brand new eagerly springy shoes Blows t
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