The Most Serene Republic - Battle Hymn Of The Republic lyrics

It's too late I'm G 8 up all my choices crybaby We all just pens and fingers, for a eulogy of those been befores How does one stay tall today with addiction to shortness? When you rush you won't feel its keep, permanence is two In that two is a living one, the system so ambival Sadness gardens happiness so now we are the weeds