Spider weaves a spit green sea
That tangles up and drowns the fly -- poor fly
Well, he's got pneumonia just like me
But he can't swim as well as I
And I realized as I watched him die
Near this bed of mine
There was a secret to vision, a fairy tale madness
Rise on mercury pearl
I was strangled in the blankets sweatin'
Fightin' for my poor short life -- poor fly
Floating infinitesemal I felt it bloom with graceful eyes
And I said good-bye to
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