Blue skies and white clouds roll down my mind
Waiting for the water to cool, it wanders off
Hot flashes, cold cashes, Oatmeal runs deep
Icy veins are the way, 'nother daze comes to
White heat, black chill, remains of the day
Disturbing images come all at once, you wanted it all your way
Run, walk, glide along
Don't get bit by the holy slip
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