What would you like for christmas --- A new polarity? You're binary, and desperate to deal In high figures That lick us with their hotter flame --- Lick each and everyone the same. And march, the mad scientist, Rings a new change In ever-dancing colours.
He rings it here and he rings it... But no one stops to see The change of fate and the fate of change That slips into his pocket --- So he locks it all away from view And shares not what he thought you knew. And april is summer-bound, And february's blue. And no one stops to see the colours.
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