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not enought room more space more space remove the extra details arrows of era in a new time with out the touch of the keys without the sound of the children ren still empty forest no tree to go anywheres cut them down remove my mind expose the hell of heaven exposes the heaven of hell but never on a tree you go to jail you brake universal guidelines to boldly go beyond that envelope by the roof and float over the trees and the seas the sky and me you are not free yet you are free in freedoms of the mind in mind out of mind inside out side of my mind is nothing not free see the man and the three trees turn to crosses is a tree becomming fluid for food a smooth excape from the value of quality price and texture of song sounds quality of experiences....