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

And you're lost quite
With your nose in a
And it seems so

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

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

Our identical
our commands

I cut the moon in
And a piece through my hair
It made the back of my head

Golden yellow and I took
Ten on sticks
And placed them in my metal

Bucket and I gave the
of the moon 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 benefit
Our books
Our charming
Our identical
our commands

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

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

And benefit
Our books
Our charming
Our hands
our commands