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On the highest shelf |
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Where you'll find she |
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Hiding 'neath the nouns and verbs and similies |
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Find a wooden step |
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Place it carefully |
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Lodge it between the couplets |
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And apostrophes |
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Blindfold your brain |
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Feel your way for me |
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In reaching out she's giving far too much to thee |
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A letter for each limb |
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A rhyme for every time |
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His brain guides she to poetry |
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Read it down the line |
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Behind my creaking ledger, |
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Ink stains record the weather |
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Following her twists and turns |
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Like a feather |
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So long as I hold her |
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And sleep with an umbrella |
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The freedom's there - I can depend on Magic Weather. |
