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There is a mountain of snow |
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up past the big glen |
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We have a castle enclosed |
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There is a fountain |
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Out of the fountain flows gold |
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into a huge hand |
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That handsa held by a bear |
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who had a sick band |
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Of ghosts and cats and pigs and bats |
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with brooms and bats and wigs and rats |
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That play big dogs like queens and kings |
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and everyone plays drums and sings |
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'Bout big sharks sharp swords |
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Beast bees bead lords |
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Sweet cakes maste lakes |
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a ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma oooooo |
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I hope in my heart that we on a whole |
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will die and the earth be left alone |
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just beast and bee and fish and tree |
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this hope I wish will someday be |
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that bacteria will have ate our remains |
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that all knowledge of us has decayed |
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our burden raised the world set free |
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the earth returns to land and sea |
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our buildings burned and highways gone |
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I love my friends and everyone |
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but we've had our chance let's move aside |
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let time wash us out with the tide |
