i'll be high, again.
no, not for my sake,
neither do i enjoy
but, because i'm a fruit
of your deed tree.
higher i'll go, every single day
it'll make your throats dry,
but, i don't care,
if you curse me or cry.
though, i know, you men have mastered
the art of letting time and people by.
Just a reminder, i'll be high, again.
/the temperature.
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