And once the mountains fall, upwards no not
The mountains! Screaming, crying, pleas that
resound! through the valleys far from pleasing
and will forever never cease from praising
me! not you for we are far too
kind and gentle never ever for
each other batting av'rage oh for
tuna sandwiches and brooms two
sweep the floors and boughs of holly
dust the carpets and the stairs
major minor find the folly
in my heart and endless stares
whistling wind, while willow trees, sun-catchers
plummet to the ground and break
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