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Exhuming irradiance extoles virtue
A frog looks at a toad below
We walk as though we want a slew
You seem as though you are askew
I want to try to ask of you
Where is the place that is new
We jump upon a train and go
The rails roll left, then down below
The river bends then finds its flow
The raft we take is somewhat slow
I ask you as your eyes say no
The prickly flower does'nt grow
When does the music call to dance
I can't remember where I left my pants
The big gray dog growls at his stance
The blind man on the corner rants
As all the others as they wants
I seem to catch a light sunrise
As I mutter time sure flies
A broken chain gives me surprise
I listen to a pack of lies
Grieving as the other dies
We sing a soft sweet melody
The humming sounds come back to me
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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