there is a time
for there to be a rhyme
and today is that day
the smoke is alive
the trail it leaves is death
luckily it will be a while
the smoke is in me
the smoke is tearing me apart
but the smoke is so sweet
the next puff is bliss
just take it away frome me
and i get really pissed
the feeling is going from me
and there is darkness
the sweet sweet darkness
i think its time to go bye
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