Wait a min, penguin fingers and the ghost of Spock
I've all four seasons, AND other galaxies on a ocean rock
tons of stories landscaped into this coastal plot
I'm sticking agates in ya postal box, have a nice month
may all your dream awake in day & prosper when night comes
This the fire burning, yall can see at least the blaze
it's like witnessing the half moon speak to waves
under her mindful eye the beach is made
every single crevasse has a little treat encased
that treasure that beckons the soul yet sleeps in vein
I'm trying to creep the fade, tribute to the long slumber
aiyo sorry man, I'm kidding, actually you got the wrong number
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
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