Wrapped up in a cloak of Leaf
As unknown factors multiply
Or subtract, a common thief
The number changes, selves divide.
Open stage is treasure cave
Bubblegum between the lines
As the sneakers misbehave
Florescent planets realign
Kid, you've got no business here
All my brothers in your laugh
Reminding me that nothing's dear
But sly memory's epitaph
And although you'd see me not
But for the movement of my arm
I must admit my heart is caught
By Coneybear's unruly charm
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