Tell me three things,
Make them all lies.
Tell me these things,
Between shades of gray
Where the crawdads sing.
By that place we will be unbroken.
On the fence,
With a war below.
Hear the echos,
From the institute.
Which have hold of
Fragments of the lost.
I'll tell you about my bruises,
If you tell me of yours.
As we talk about chemical hearts,
And the fault I our stars.
Well delve into
Lands of stories.
Where bubbles and rebels lie.
There we'll play hide and seeker,
And eventually we'll find
Some kind of courage.
Then we'll take the red kayak,
And as we travel,
We'll see turtles all the way down.
And we'll wish,
That Monday's not coming.
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