| Through those Martian woods of Washington State
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| On a long and winding drive
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| Out of my slumber I awoke
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| And suddenly found my prize
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| «Stop the car, I know where we are»
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| And I jumped out the back
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| A melody was there and clearly shared
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| All my misplaced ways
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| The driver called me back
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| Fearing an attack of an unstable mind
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| But I danced away
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| O the lonely days
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| These broken parts, heavy on my heart
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| Have finally found their way
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| So come riddle near me forever
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| What they call madness is your friend
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| If we cackle over porridge
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| We’ll bind our wild hair’s split end
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| Out there’s a character I must’ve read in books
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| Playing that tune
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| An afternoon of a faun
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| My home long gone
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| Sanctuary soon
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| These broken parts found no art
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| 'Till the right melody played
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| Something wild in the smile
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| That made so many run away
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| So come riddle near me forever
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| What they call madness is your friend
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| If we cackle over porridge
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| We’ll bind our wild hair’s split end |