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

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

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

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

Our hands
Composing our

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

Golden and then I took
Ten on sticks
And them in my small metal

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

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

And ourselves
Our books
Our charming
Our hands
Composing our

And oh, my love, we can on the sun
And wouldn't we be
Riding in our shiny motor
With full of stars
And of paper for scenery paintings

'Cause we found all the dreams
Of men and
And turned all around
To enjoy

And benefit
Our books
Our looks
Our hands
Composing our