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Wheel that wheely bin of yours,
and leave your morals with me,
dump your soul, in that great green hole,
and slowly fall to sleep.

Notice faintly lit and glowing,
streetlights, shimmer, sky is snowing,
Never the same, taught that in primary,
monochrome, one zeroes, binary.

The whistling wind whistles,
a melancholy melodrama,
in a widegaze overwhelming,
skyline panorama.

So wheel that wheely bin of yours,
and leave your morals with me,
but how could you ever be sure,
that its the most beautiful thing you've seen ?