Seashells by the Circuitry Seashore

There’s a siren singing, singing to she

Singing in riddles no where near the sea

She listens to circles of programmed decree

Everything’s beautiful here in the sun...here in the sun

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Distant prerecorded, disillusioned, loosely worded, masterpiece

Hauntingly familiar, cycled through like leaves on rivers, always at ease
 

I just woke up from a dream - everything - is great great great

Beauty all around and sound surround like loving arms that never found me

I’m falling in love, I’m falling in love - can’t you see?

suit yourself, I’m doing fine. I hear the sine - at the right frequency - oscillate me