| I send pictures through the mail
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| of buried treasures and Humpback whales
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| to famous people I do not know
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| I sign «Sincerely, Matthias Doe»
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| I await their response
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| Some send none, some send cops
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| There was one, a senator
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| from the island of Corsica
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| She sent one from a shell
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| She blew right through it and ordered a spell
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| Nothingness
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| But after I, I heard it all
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| I knew she was a false prophet
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| (as was foretold)
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| She’s not the angel that I know
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| She’s not the woman for whom I am born
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| Two Roman pictures guard the doors
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| of these celebrities I adore
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| I give them misinformation
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| 9 times of 10 it leads to persuasion
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| Wolves do not howl at the moon
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| But at the fluffed-up poodles
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| I walked in like a king
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| Instead of pictures, I take their things
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| I walked out to that ???
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| Arranging their things in the shape of songs |