Just in case you're curious about the origin of noise,
come by.
I will start up the telephone and call you to arms.
There is no restraint in any of your dreaming.
There are no arrests, but little sleeps.
Come to my order with mercy and
packets of sweets.
The stranger you make it,
the harder my mother will cry.
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