| O fraudulent mirror, O rank rainbow toad
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| I’d break apart too, if I knowed what you knowed
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| I’d fall from the wall, I’d leap from the road
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| You take cover in the clover, you don’t shoulder the load
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| Wagner and wife, drama and strife
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| Their syphilitic friend Dionysus is wise not to ask «Where's Sunstroke House?»
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| Where’s a crow on the far fence?
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| Where’s a mill by the pond?
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| Pale with horror I saw you when your bird flew
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| Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you
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| Save for a kindly, ugly few?
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| Don’t read it, don’t watch it, don’t do what they do
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| From the wind in the Winter, no mercy, no quarter
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| From the Summer no mercy, and little goes well
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| That’s where you’ll live, that’s where you’ll live
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| Till a gale rips ya sail, till a will kills ya mill…
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| Where have you been, my heat, my shadow?
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| How well did you like the song?
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| I filled it so full of nonsense and unrule
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| You feel like there’s something forgotten or fell
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| Pale with horror I saw you when your bird flew
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| Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you
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| Save for a kindly, ugly few?
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| Don’t read it, don’t watch it, don’t do what they do
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| Pink lipped bub, golden haired sitting
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| Portraits of withering roots —
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| Pretty diversions, pointless excursions, pleasant distractions
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| Underground mutes |