I sing clattering all the summer long
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You've no choice but to listen to my song
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I express so stridently
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The joy of life persistent in mighty, mighty me
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One of millions
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Imperturbably I'll sing my credo with not a moment's falter
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Shine oh sun, with warmth upon my back
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Sideways steps when the heat begins to lack
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Dedicatedly I eat by plunging my proboscis deep into this tree
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I drink my fill
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Side by side both sexes find the nectar that flows within the floor
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Picture me, a vaulted canopy
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They can't say for an organ two or three
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Resonant cavity fakes a pull on the vox cigala you know the organ stop
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Oscillations
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Cymbals snap and mirrors flex and the chapels do form a tiny church
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Find you brash my vociferous avows
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My ardor offends the silence you espouse
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Hail harvest time you reap your wheat
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And by the time you eat it I'll be obsolete
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Such a short life
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Seventeen or three or more I've waited so long to greet the sun
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So let me have my fun
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Credo Cigalia
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| Mirah |
