The window is wobbling
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rain no doubt
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four part water
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one part poison
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I really could do without
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You can have my Picasso
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please lie down
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your funerary nakedness remains
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under your successful dress and gown
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Look in the smoking mirror
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you're a thinking flame
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into your silence
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I'll introduce straight rain
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From bergamot to tonka
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on a sea breeze of turpentine
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a sulphur rose with hammer-dressed eyes
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a little light upstairs
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At a slumber party poorly lit
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a vaseline moon and would-be gems
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you sleep on it
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you're blinding me with rescue flares
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You can have my Picasso
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please lie down
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your funerary nakedness remains
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under your successful dress and gown
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Smoking Mirror
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