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Posies The Grow

He closed his eyes and was alone He held his hand and felt it grow He had become a gyroscope All wound inside and no control And all the tiny tendrils

He closed his eyes And was alone He held his hand and felt it grow He had become A gyroscope All wound inside and no control And all the tiny tendrils

He closed his eyes And was alone He held his hand and felt it grow He had become A gyroscope All wound inside and no control And all the tiny tendrils