.:.Again.:.

No lights, and the weather has been cold, broken glass still hides on the floor, when necessary used. Greens not as bright in the evening that occurs still before noon. Lights out, and don’t be caught burning. Reds, not in style. A dimme a beat. Quarter it for four. And now, were off agein racing straight for burnside, cover the ashs. Beeplz. Out, the white, walled madness, blisters, al-told you too. Before, green, and yellow, - sape our forests. .:.Again.:.