She steps over shadows the path by the castleGold earrings
Down to the sea in a drunken boatNo one can
What do we do when we get thereReplies must at
They tell him that he should be deadRadionic thugs are
Judge Not speak hardly at all love andAct for that
Maggots, maggots what do you do ?Maggots, maggots do do
Where do I begin and end in spaceShe wondered as
Crawling through the window winding down the alleyShe was never
In the valley of the morning sun,Midday sun, evening sun
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