| I, drawing of the sunshine, I
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| I, an x-ray of a dream, I
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| And a boat that’s hauling water
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| up the river made of sand
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| I, drawing every mountain, I
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| I, postcard in my hand, I
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| and a boat that’s hauling water
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| up the river made of sand
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| moved the picture from the wall to the shelf
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| and the picture said «i'm not myself»
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| swearing at the rain as it fell
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| and the rain said back «i'm not myself»
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| I, crawl into the desert, I
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| I, monkey on my back, I
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| and a boat that’d hauling water
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| up the river made of sand
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| moved the picture from the wall to the shelf
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| and the picture said «i'm not myself»
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| swearing at the rain as it fell
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| and the rain said back «i'm not myself» |