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CHANT OF THE DYING INSECTS Old man Standing on the window sill When suddenly I see him Flying away with my old hook Neatly locked in the back Of his flying cage I know a little girl Who's got blisters on her earlobes I think that once too often She has been sleeping in the zoo With her head lying flat On the lion's tail Flying through the sky With no thought of dying If you let us go Will it lead us home Through the gates To a world we've never seen |
