.66 or 64,
it doesn't really matter anymore
There's no more throwing sticks into the river>
And me I've not just grown, I've grown too clever>
Just let go
Back then I was French and yet Chinese
I knew songs of butterflies and bees
But the poets killed the vipers and the.
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