Some turn into a dogface, And some other people fight against. Tears, A white man apart, Like a dead and bitter star. Scent, The ocean of tulips, And the fumelike one ounce green. Wrote a line, In the cloudy nite. It was about this lead crystal rite. The fairy, Lends its tale, For the instant messaging app. Talk to some gentle people there, Flowers in your hair!