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I heard about |
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A place they call Blind Square |
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In the middle |
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Of prophesied land |
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Surrounded by |
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A wall of mirrors |
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Two hundred feet high |
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And transparent |
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I tried very hard |
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To reach there |
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On a camel |
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I saved from a cook's sneer |
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Seventy days |
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Seventy nights |
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I finally arrived |
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At the corners of Blind Square |
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A collection of clouds |
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At the reception |
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The egg-eyed doorman |
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Was serving a blink |
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Two ravens on his shoulders |
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As he whispered to my ear: |
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Don't run so fast |
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If you want to see anything |
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I passed |
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The wizard's wonky blizzards |
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When a phone box came |
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Sailing though the air |
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And a zebra |
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Walked in to Blind Square |
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Reciting loudly |
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The whole alphabet |
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Hope you can see me |
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Here in my barrel |
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The governor |
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Of the Blind Square District |
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He came rolling along |
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In slow-motion pictures |
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Handing me a form-sheet |
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And Shakespeare's pen |
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I fell asleep |
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In the waterfall museum |
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And I heard the songs |
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Of the seven Sirens |
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I saw the children |
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They forgot their names |
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Playing all day long |
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On the wings of a crane |
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And the colour-blind legends |
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They were melting |
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In the heat of the sun, the heat of the sun |
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When Hawknose Harlequin came |
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He told me something |
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About the children's gun |
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Smiling, smiling in his wheelchair |
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On the stairs of Blind Square |
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On the stairs of Blind Square |
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Later, man |
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Later |
