And it's a fact, you are cold, they react, dream gerrard Hippos don't wear hats, lobsters shriek if provoked On long blue ribbons That he may see while he sleeps Monsieur old neddy, he wears spectacles in bed That he may see dreams more clearly The night, it will be black, and white raven croaking I am thirsty, die, they won't let it be They think it should be done with reality I scream from a skull. fritz, bring your wigwam They won't let it be They think it should be done with reality, with reality They won't let it be They think it should be done with reality, with reality
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