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Aboard a craft bereft of oar, I rowed upstream to find Lenore |
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Abducted by a bandit or a king from some forgotten war |
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And mindful of his larval craze, the rhino tropic micro-gaze |
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Ignored it and to my amazement rode to Paris in twelve days |
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This is the work of the guelah papyrus |
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Stranded for a moment on the ocean of Osyrus |
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Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan |
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Expanding exponentially like some recursive virus |
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She take me on |
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I never fail to ride on the redundant rail |
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'Cause when I know she's switched a track |
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There's always one to take me back |
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And through the bedroom door intrude |
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A fretful frown and spoil the mood |
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'Cause though I never really stand that tall |
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She tilt my frame, she watch me fall |
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This is the work of the guelah papyrus |
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Stranded for a moment on the ocean of Osyrus |
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Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan |
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Expanding exponentially like some recursive virus |
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So maybe I could be a fly |
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And feed arachnid as I die |
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And view the ritual from within |
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The silken tunnel that they spin |
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And through the bedroom door intrude |
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A fretful frown and spoil the mood |
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'Cause though I never really stand that tall |
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She tilt my frame, she watch me fall |
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This is the work of the guelah papyrus |
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Stranded for a moment on the ocean of Osyrus |
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Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan |
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This is the work of the guelah papyrus |
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Stranded for a moment on the ocean of Osyrus |
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Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan |
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This is the work of the guelah papyrus |
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Stranded for a moment on the ocean of Osyrus |
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Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan |
