| I slept all day
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| Awoke with distaste
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| And I railed
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| And I raved
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| That the difference between
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| The sprout and the bean
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| It is a golden ring
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| It is a twisted string
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| And you can ask the counselor;
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| And you can ask the king;
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| And I’ll say the same thing;
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| And it’s a funny thing:
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| Should we go outside?
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| Should we go outside?
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| Should we break some bread?
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| Are y’interested?
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| And as I said
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| I slept as though dead
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| Dreaming seamless dreams of lead
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| When you go away
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| I am big-boned and fey
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| In the dust of the day
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| In the dirt of the day
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| And Danger! |
| Danger! |
| Drawing near them was a white coat
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| And Danger! |
| Danger! |
| Drawing near them was a broad boat
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| And the water! |
| water! |
| Running clear beneath a white throat
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| And the hollow chatter of the talking of the Tadpoles
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| Who know th’outside!
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| Should we go outside?
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| Should we break some bread?
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| Are y’interested? |