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Twenty one Made a fool of optimization Volatile network of predictability Off I wrote What before I thought was good for me In the dirt Cuddled up with my uncertainty All the nature, littered with one use masks Every sign might say your name Horses are bigger Now that there are no more left in town There's parsley seasoning my grave Dreamt last night They were building condos on the moon Those who can't afford Are left behind You called from the car And you told me to look up at it But you did not know that The trees oh they were blocking it All the nature, littered with one use masks Every sign might say your name Horses are bigger Now that there are no more in town Parsley seasoning my grave