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Yellow sparrows clothed in glory seems silly, take note of truth it is. public madness sellin' orange juice in the past, in blast, acidic nylon briefcases, blindly melting the ice cubes saved for a heat struck day with an alarming rate, he's lovestruck, a dumptruck makin' deposits in a land way down south caught in the muck a snowstorm with noting to tout. Mouthwash, cellphone distress call with high cost. Pay your bill boy or watch your talk get lost. It was a douglass fir stood of one hundred feet chain sawed away giving way to a melted stereo hifi beat all wraped up and ready to sell in a red and white match stick box topped with a bow. Make it yours and eat your meat, all the while making junebugs cry, aw and just look, she' a sweet section of a beautiful sunflower pie walkin' by your house with the fancy polite window treatments purchased at discount. Eatin' cheetos makin speedos with yellow/green glow-in-the dark yarn. Green plants alive with your dinner in drive-in, windows cracked down by 16% makin' it true to say we're solely here to proclaim the names. Cry J. RAPHA- J. NISSI and share all we know with those in pain with a blood stain arrows and bombs straight through the heart. Free, Take a ticket to the place alive, thrive with a love on high, take five, maybe 20, but no don't forget penny. she's worth a lot more than the stars can count, tiny human brains struggle to explain. but the birds, they know the way. those sparrows clothed in glory, they fly a lot you've seen em sewn into chairs makin deals in pairs yet never hawkin' their wears. only knowing the voice that peels. Head out the window as the wind gently calms and reminds. Sustains. Proclaims, of one JIREH! provider a free gift from he who sits to the right. Never alone, the birds won't toil. To silky green pastures they they've been shown. For as time will last sweet milk at 6% flows 100%