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There is an old goat |
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Knocking at my window-pane, |
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Standing upright in a frock-coat, |
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Somewhat earthcoloured and plain. |
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He is staring down at me |
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And the place where i have chosen to hide |
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In my futile attempt to dissolve... - |
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I discovered this cell as a child. |
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There is a medicine-case, he calls "being", |
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Which the goat carries under his arm. |
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He says, if i only allow him to enter |
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I shall never come to any harm. |
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He is giving quite an importance |
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To his frightening and urgent concern, |
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He says: "i have come to be your transformer... - |
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I'm your doctor, half goat and half man." |
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He says that this house will soon crumble |
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And that i am going to suffer as it falls. |
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He says: "let me in now and i'll be your saviour... - |
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I'm your healer with hooves and horns!" |
