The Poet Nurse and the Identical Queen Dispatch
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She bled so hard during his birth
She was the middle child, the poet nurse
To the union dying swayback horse
To the future of the universe
Can we get the king to catch the cannonball?
When he was on the high wire
And the queen was on the trapeze, hanging from her knees
She could see revolution in the nose bleeds with her smile a mile wide
She found her son's heart that lives in a lucky unlucky man
To the stranger's chеst she holds her hand
He was gеtting lost in the ceiling fan
And his modified American plan
Can we get the king to catch the cannonball?
When he was on the high wire
And the queen was on the trapeze, hanging from her knees
She could see revolution in the nose bleeds with her smile a mile wide
The outcast is digging in the yard
He found the mast of the Scottish second guard
But wait, when he found the Van Gogh
No one lent an ear
Can we get the king to catch the cannonball?
When he was on the high wire
And the queen was on the trapeze, hanging from her knees
She could see revolution in the nose bleeds with her smile a mile wide
She was the middle child, the poet nurse
To the union dying swayback horse
To the future of the universe
Can we get the king to catch the cannonball?
When he was on the high wire
And the queen was on the trapeze, hanging from her knees
She could see revolution in the nose bleeds with her smile a mile wide
She found her son's heart that lives in a lucky unlucky man
To the stranger's chеst she holds her hand
He was gеtting lost in the ceiling fan
And his modified American plan
Can we get the king to catch the cannonball?
When he was on the high wire
And the queen was on the trapeze, hanging from her knees
She could see revolution in the nose bleeds with her smile a mile wide
The outcast is digging in the yard
He found the mast of the Scottish second guard
But wait, when he found the Van Gogh
No one lent an ear
Can we get the king to catch the cannonball?
When he was on the high wire
And the queen was on the trapeze, hanging from her knees
She could see revolution in the nose bleeds with her smile a mile wide
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