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Follow the poem:
With Antony R. H. C. Pepper in an akhashic box
The madness selected by the shindig
Fools have lived on imitation for years
Throw away your gun, no fears
Listen to the song “I’m gonna win big”
Stop for a while to think, little pepper-bread
On stage you can even have friends
Why so many loose rhymes near the end
there will be a chip in the poor’s head
Throw away your note and don’t stop there
Break the skin, kiss the biosphere
On the staff of mercury, the time I drop
Madness is only worth to me if it’s to love you
Clean your eyes and see that I’m blue
To be part of the time that can’t stop
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