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\title{\mytitle Alembic}
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\author{Mattia Mascarello}
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CC BY-SA 4.0 \the\year{} Mattia Mascarello\\
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Distribuited under the \href{https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/}{"Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International (CC BY-SA 4.0) "} license
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Poems by Mattia Mascarello
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Anywhere the wind blows
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Current Edition: \MONTH \space \the\year
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\vfill
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Mattia Mascarello, \\
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Alba (CN), Italy \\
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\href{mailto:mattia.mascarello@outlook.it}{mattia.mascarello@outlook.it}\\
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\href{https://github.com/MatMasIt}{Github}\\
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\href{https://t.me/matmasak}{Telegram}
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Thanks to Eva Gotta
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\textbf{Preface}\\
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My stream of thought is stored in this container as I progress to read it
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Essentially, a collection
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%% Start of poems
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\chapter{Cogs}
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\begin{Verse}
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Cogs of Ice\\
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Tick and Slide\\
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Subdivide the Time in Time\\
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Slow or steady to demise\\
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Who shall melt and who shall dance\\
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On the thin floor of life?
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\end{Verse}
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\chapter{Parcel}
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\begin{Verse}
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Wherever may I find my body wandering and where I lay my hand\\
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A lone and unknown land\\
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Just follows me and never leaves\\
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Oh when has this begun?\\
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To them I say let there be \\
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a land I know and love\\
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and not the parcel nature gave\\
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to spare with me alone.
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\end{Verse}
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\chapter{Rolls}
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\begin{Verse}
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An old typewriter lies on the desk\\
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Rolls of types and rolls of life\\
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the impression of a hot coffee\\
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on a cloudy morning\\
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and the prints of a dead hand.\\
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Oh young age, regret and retribution\\
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The keys' noise covers my thought\\
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and the noise that I bear inside.
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\end{Verse}
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\chapter{Friction}
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\begin{Verse}
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Friction\\
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Friction\\
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Metal scraping\\
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Glass beheading\\
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Where we’re heading?\\
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Sleep and\\
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tick and\\
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turn and\\
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twist and \\
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walk and\\
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sit, for what?\\
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Desist?\\
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Your calculations\\
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fail.
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\end{Verse}
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\chapter{Machines}
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\begin{Verse}
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Polygons of vision\\
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A field of empty vectors\\
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Directed to imperfection\\
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Escape your judgment\\
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Machines of flesh\\
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Which make machines\\
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For this you see\\
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'tis what thee be.
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\chapter{OK}
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\begin{Verse}
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Ok\\
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Why?\\
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OK\\
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What does it mean?\\
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What do you mean?\\
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This is ridiculous\\
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Ok\\
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The alarm is sounding\\
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Ok\\
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For well you see the waste this\\
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all\
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be\\
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O\\
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K.
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\end{Verse}
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\chapter{Masters of Doubt}
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\begin{Verse}
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Do you feel good?\\
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Do you feel fine?\\
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What must be word\\
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that you make so flag of yourself\\
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When you proceed\\
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To bury the dead.
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\end{Verse}
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\chapter{Second Line}
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\begin{Verse}
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Buffer of thought\\
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Distilled and saw\\
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It keeps bouncing inside\\
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Until you drown it in fire.
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\end{Verse}
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\chapter{Steam}
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\begin{Verse}
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Steam, fire, electricity\\
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Some machines feed on it\\
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Some machines die on it\\
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All walk on the ribbon\\
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It goes extremely wide.
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\end{Verse}
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\chapter{Imaginary}
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\begin{Verse}
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Flow\\
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Fly\\
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In the sky\\
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Slowly tired\\
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Not explored anything\\
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But still\\
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You may try.
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\chapter{Sweden}
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\begin{Verse}
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What shall say thee?\\
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2418\\
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Walk to the beam\\
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Shines so lightly\\
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Moves so brightly\\
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When you’ll think then\\
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Don’t complain me\\
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For what I see\\
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Is the most wide sea.
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\chapter{Contempt}
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\begin{Verse}
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Acknowledge it!\\
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Acknowledge it yourself\\
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The forces that behind you\\
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are pushing your contempt\\
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You see someone up there\\
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but no-one but yourself\\
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You think the freest free is what\\
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the heat has quickly fled\\
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No intention to assimilate\\
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let alone to adjudicate\\
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The superstructure of your thought\\
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is laid upon bones.
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\chapter{Resonance}
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\begin{Verse}
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Glaring eyes to the public\\
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you notice something:\\
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an entity which resonates\\
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the same frequency as you\\
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Be sure as well to keep in phase\\
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that’s what you’re going to do\\
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because if not you know that, too\\
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you’ll cancel whole in two.
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\chapter{Beat}
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\begin{Verse}
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Beat him!
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No, don’t despair\\
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There’s always a second place for losers,\\
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that’s hell\\
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Beat her!\\
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Look at your foe in the eyes\\
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You might both as well call it a tie\\
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For in this fight the only winner is who doesn't cry.\\
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Was that anytime?\\
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Well, everyone stops fighting when they die.
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\chapter{Walk}
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\begin{Verse}
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Walk downtown,\\
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looking around\\
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The movement, the sound\\
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The rubble on the ground\\
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changing\\
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slowly chaining\\
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Men walking in the snow\\
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Where do they go?\\
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What do they know?\\
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A solitary chimney\\
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Is coughing up some smoke\\
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You sit on the edge of the plane\\
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Which separates from them all.
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\chapter{Act}
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\begin{Verse}
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A close call\\
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It’s ringing\\
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You might as well pick up your phone\\
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Oh, look, it’s your friend\\
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He’s asking what you’ve done\\
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Interact is all you do,\\
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It flows inside everyone and all\\
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What did you make of it?
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\chapter{Bell}
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\begin{Verse}
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Rain and Snow\\
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Outside a shell of shells\\
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So while outside it’s cold as hell\\
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You ring the bell, for dinner’s served\\
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However don’t rejoice so much\\
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because you it’s not for you to know\\
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what then you’ll tell.
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\chapter{Blue}
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\begin{Verse}
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Looking in the eyes\\
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the broadcast just begun\\
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for there's some connection\\
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which requires no waveform\\
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oscillators dance, that's sure\\
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but what might they do\\
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when the only station I am tuning in\\
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is you.
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\chapter{Red}
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\begin{Verse}
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What Irony of a substance,\\
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powering such squalor\\
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mess of cogs and sweat\\
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But when the oil leaks\\
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the pain deceives\\
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that friction's gone.\\
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\chapter{Casino}
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\begin{Verse}
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Wait\\
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This game is rigged!\\
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What did you expect?\\
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Someone's gonna have to finance\\
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heaven and hell.
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\end{Verse}
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\chapter{War}
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\begin{Verse}
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Go away and come\\
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command\\
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sustain\\
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engage\\
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and train\\
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terrain\\
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TERRAIN\\
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TERRAIN!
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\end{Verse}
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\end{document}
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