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On the thirty-first day of the summer moon |
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In the marketplace |
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Somebody touched my hand and said |
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I was a woman of taste |
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Then with a flutter of wings |
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Amid the clutter of things |
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I saw the Venusian Diamond through a sea of grace |
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It said, 'Lay all of your money down |
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And I will be your own |
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Do it if you can |
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If you don't, you better leave it alone' |
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Then there appeared a serpent hanging |
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Like a thunder rope |
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He said, 'Pull me'--I did |
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And fell into the wrong end of a telescope |
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So I began to run |
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I knew not to where I'd come |
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I could hear the Venusian Diamond and it |
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Gave me hope |
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It said, 'Shatter all your images |
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And I will be your own |
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Do it if you can |
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If you don't, you better leave it alone' |
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Selves |
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Selfish |
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Selfless |
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Self |
