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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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Oh, Lord, I’m staying
Still and wretched In a huge garden I can’t even see Where it ends There are so many things Here, Like black boxes, for instance Oh, like my soul. Tigers come by and wonder Why there are no colors near me They’re sad and lonely and they go away And I say No, stay They often do what I say
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