[Verse 1]
In a zone of behavior
On the edge of a mirror
In a pool of milk
Go the giants of truth
On their golden walkers
[Verse 2]
Their bar mirror teas
To snort
And dreamy dear milk ways
[Verse 3]
Quite broken
A grand array of mustards
Dribbling nectar
Through apple cores galore
Sinners and wonderers
Quite chosen
[Verse 4]
Illustration museum
Let us cry from a window
Paregoric sop
Heavy clods at hole one
Apollonian bronzefoil
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