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per you |
You just put the sun out of a job Made the swan look like a filthy old slob When you spoke to me With that look and sound And the ugly sun Brings only weeds from the ground |
The mountains are dirty The birds have big noses Don't fill my garden with Those nasty old roses Why do the stars twinkle It's all dandruff now When your eyes sparkle All I can say is...wow |
I dream of a morning Just watching you rise I go to your shore Wash my soul in your sigh Given of angels The best of divine Has touched me and held me When your hand touches mine |