And gyrate,
And gyrate again,
Around the circle,
He spins again,
And he comes here,
To be the center of life,
But in his circumference,
Is a hypotnouse knife.
3.1416 whatever,
Time for tales,
And time for never.
Live for not,
Live forever,
Live for Rot.
@gyrate
And gyrate,
And gyrate again,
Around the circle,
He spins again,
And he comes here,
To be the center of life,
But in his circumference,
Is a hypotnouse knife.
3.1416 whatever,
Time for tales,
And time for never.
Live for not,
Live forever,
Live for Rot.
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