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

And you're lost classically
your nose in a book
And it so fitting

And this is the end
sought after for so long
And perhaps now it's

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

Our identical
Composing our

I cut the moon in
And stuck a piece my hair
It the back of my head glow

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

and I gave the other
Half of the to you
Ooh, so you
Forget me while I'm

we found
All the dire
Of men and
And them all around
To enjoy

And ourselves
Our books
Our charming
Our identical
our commands

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

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

And benefit
Our paperback
Our charming
Our identical
Composing our