You
The mystic, the wonder The ending of my cycles Severed as selfish stings of venom It’s you It’s you You gave, oh yes you did Fickle flavor created my taste And as my appetite fluctuates I choose to starve Washed over in drought Sand dunes and Florida watered illusions I see you I saw you I thank you
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