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Tonight, the crickets are singing their beautiful lies
Of a world not half dead
At least that’s what I hear in their cryptic lyrics.
Does that make me a romantic?
It’s hard to know for sure.
oh well…Crickets freak me out anyway.
One really shouldn’t sing through their legs if they want to be taken seriously.