| When a light knock on the roof
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| Like this: knock-knock
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| Someone is breathing peacefully through the window
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| Like this: fluff
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| My strange friend comes to me
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| Like this: all of a sudden
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| He wakes up all the neighbors at midnight,
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| And there: noise-din
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| He drinks strong black coffee
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| Like this: clack clack
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| Sings songs about Chissoko
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| Like this: nay nay
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| It is from mocha coffee beans
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| Like this: chik-chik
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| Prepares beads deftly
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| Well, just chic-chic
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| And here comes midnight again
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| I hear a knocking sound
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| Unsolicited but long awaited
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| My friend is flying
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| Sounds like a little play
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| For five minutes
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| From smoke and candy veils
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| Trilli-Trilliput comes out
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| From the ashes he weaves napkins
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| Like this: bang bang
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| I wove slipper hats out of the smoke
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| A trifle, but a fact-fact
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| He considers himself a magician
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| And loves "trap-bullshit"
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| And he always walks in a zigzag
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| Otherwise, laziness, laziness
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| When a light knock on the roof
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| Like this: knock-knock
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| My strange friend comes to me
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| Like this: all of a sudden
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| He comes different every time
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| My strange friend
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| And every day brings a holiday
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| Like this: all of a sudden
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| Gets up at five minutes past five
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| Like this: at-two
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| And repeats word for word
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| Zero-five, zero-five
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| Morning comes to him again
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| Like this at five minutes past five
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| And repeats word for word
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| Gets up at five minutes past five
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| My friend, trill, trilliput
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| Like this at half past five
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| Morning comes to him again
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| Gets up at half past five... |