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I used to think it black while at my country seat |
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Now I'm peaking in so many ways the gloom is in retreat |
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Yes the dark epoch is over |
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I've found my efeblum |
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Then passed |
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Ernst's mausoleum defended by a rook |
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Who shot a look so virulent it pierced me like a hook |
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The palaver of |
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Solipsists exploding in my skull |
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Yeah and we both despise all of the academic swine |
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Who made the author of "Discus Ulysses" benign |
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So what if |
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Wednesday finds us wearing rabies parachutes |
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Foaming like the melodies of sea foam fairy flutes |
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The atmosphere is viscous we're sticking to the brine |
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When the lanterns fill with finches so begins the brawl |
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Cause their brains are like porcupines and mine's a paper ball |
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I know they don't understand they don't get us at all |
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Their moss mangles polyanthus and mine's a paper ball |