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Whirly-bird unzip my mind |
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So nuts and bolts spill out with |
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Twisted wires and shattered bulbs and |
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Bits of glass emotion copper cures. |
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The jangled snarl of every day |
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Unwound and fixed upon the board |
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Where parts and wholes together lash |
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Component dreams and slabs of light |
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All fused within the silver globe |
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That swirls on top of my whirly-bird. |
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Unzip my mind so nuts and bolts |
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Spill out with twisted wires |
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Shattered bulbs and bits of glass |
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Emotion copper cures |
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The jangled snarl of every day |
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Unwound. |
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And fused atop the globe is my |
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Whirly-bird. |
