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Once upon a time there was a poor child, |
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with no father and no mother |
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And everything was dead |
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And no one was left in the whole world |
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Everything was dead |
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And the child went on search, day and night |
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And since nobody was left on the earth, |
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he wanted to go up into the heavens |
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And the moon was looking at him so friendly |
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And when he finally got to the moon, |
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the moon was a piece of rotten wood |
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And then he went to the sun |
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And when he got there, the sun was a wilted sunflower |
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And when he got to the stars, they were little golden flies. |
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Stuck up there, like the shrike sticks 'em on a blackthorn |
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And when he wanted to go back, down to earth, |
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the earth was an overturned piss pot |
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And he was all alone, and he sat down and he cried |
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And he is there till this day |
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All alone: |
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Okay, there's your story! |
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Night-night! |
