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Something's under that wing
I think a face is
Oh no, the bugs are growing

And you're quite classically
With your in a book
And it so fitting

And perhaps is the end
We've sought for so long
And perhaps now it's

'Cause we've
All the dire
Of men and
And turned them all

Our identical
our commands

I cut the moon in
And stuck a piece through my
It made the of my head glow

Golden and then I took
Ten stars on
And placed them in my small

Bucket and I the other
of the moon to you
Ooh, so you
Forget me while I'm

'Cause we
All the dire
Of men and
And turned them all
To them

And benefit
Our paperback
Our charming
Our hands
Composing our

And oh, my love, we can on the sun
And we be attractive
Riding in our shiny motor
eyeglasses full of stars
And plenty of paper for paintings

'Cause we found all the dire
Of men and
And them all around
To them

And ourselves
Our books
Our charming
Our hands
our commands