LYRIC

In crates these jars to store all our material rely
Stacked high above the birches
Adjacent in a line
Shelf contained and kept a far distance from a life
To preserve and prolong this inevitable demise

We won't say it though we're thinking it aloud
It's all left because nothing's ever right now

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