I have a chair to stand on
When the ventilation chills me
To extents that don't fulfill me
There are alternative trajectories
For these metallic fallacies
Of mankind's modern weather needs
Oh, the nature's system won't give in:
Or else, by now, I'd have begun
To fathom moving northward
Moreso than believing love
Or that there might be such
That's worth
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