One day I started walking into the forest of bamboo wooden strings, and as I took a seat down to rest my feet, pulled out the Chester and started reading. I traveled round from tea parties on wooden rafts through history. In time that past I ended up in galaxies and endless dreams. To be or not to be, or should I take my life, for my love left lost the light. Aztecan streets I traveled down, pyramids and moped growls. Sharp shot upon the apples eye, he pulled the trigger watched him die. Cowardly lions of storybooks, golden compass, thieves, and crooks. Above the clouds peering from heavens gates, erect I stood, a soldiers stake. In big white houses, a guest to noble ones, big toy soldiers and jaws of steel and crumbs. To be or not to be, or should I take my life, for my love left lost the light. Aztecan streets I traveled down, pyramids and moped growls. Packed up my bags and left the woods, the forest strewn with books and goods. There I was back on my way, to normal life outside the page. To be or not to be, or should I take my life, for my love left lost the light. Aztecan streets I traveled down, pyramids and moped growls.
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