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i) The Arrival |
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I wandered lonely as a cloud, |
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Till I came upon this dirty street. |
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I've never seen a stranger crowd; |
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Slubberdegullions on squeaky feet, |
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Continually pacing, |
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With nonchalant embracing, |
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Each orifice disgracing |
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And one facing me moves to say \"hellay\". |
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Your skin's all covered in slimy lumps. |
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With lips that slide across each chin. |
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His twisted limbs like rubber stumps |
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Are waved in welcome say \"Please join in:\" |
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My grip must be flipping, |
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Cos his handshake keeps slipping, |
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My hopes keep on dipping |
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And his lips keep on smiling all the time. |
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\"We, like you, have tasted love. |
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Don't be alarmed at what you see, |
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You yourself are just the same |
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As what you see in me.\" |
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Me, like you? Like that! |
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\"You better watch it son, your sentence has only just begun |
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You better run and join your brother John:' |
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ii) A Visit to the Doktor |
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\"You're in the colony of slippermen. |
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There's no who? why? what? or when? |
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You can get out if you've got the gripe |
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To see, Doktor Dyper, reformed sniper |
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- he'll whip off your windscreenwiper.\" |
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John and I are able |
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To face the Doktor and his marble table. |
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He said . . . |
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The Doktor: |
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Understand Rael, that's the end of your tail. |
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\"Don't delay, dock the dick!\" |
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I watch his countdown timer tick . . . |
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iii) The Raven |
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He places the number into a tube, |
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It's a yellow plastic shoobedoobe. |
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It says: \"Though your fingers may tickle |
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You'll be safe in our pickle.\" |
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Suddenly, black cloud come down from the sky. |
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Its a supersized black bird that sure can fly. |
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The raven brings on darkness and night |
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He flies right down, gives me one hell of a fright. |
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He takes the tube right out of my hands |
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Man, I've got to find where that black bird lands. |
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\"Look here John, I've got to run |
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I need you now, you're going to come?\" |
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He says to me . . . |
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\"Now can't you see |
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Where the raven flies there's jeopardy? |
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We've been cured on the couch |
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Now you're sick with your grouch. |
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I'll not risk my honey pouch |
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Which my slouch will wear slung very low.\" |
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He walks away and leaves me once again. |
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Even though I never learn, |
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I'd hoped he'd show just some concern. |
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I'm in the agony of Slipperpain |
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I pray my undercarriage will sustain. |
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The chase is on, the pace is hot |
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But I'm running so very hard with everything that I've got. |
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He leads me down an underpass |
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Though it narrows, he still flies very fast. |
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When the tunnel stops |
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Catch sight of the tube, just as it drops. |
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I'm on top of a bank too steep to climb |
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I see it hit the water just in time |
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to watch it float away, watch it float away, watch it float away . . . |
