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Oceans mumble their songs to deaf ears of sands |
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Mountains guard their dominions until the end of time |
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Rivers carve hieroglyphs only read by the birds |
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Lion hunts antelope, hyenas fight over the corpse |
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Breed then kill or get killed, holy circle of life |
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Red sun rises again, chokes cold light of stars |
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I sharpen the knife |
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Wooden Handle |
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Bolster, heel |
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Edge of cold steel |
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Mirror mirror |
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Speak to to me |
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Now the painting is done, bored models dress up |
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German writer, Asian poet, both expect Nobel prize |
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New Picasso's sketch on sale, bids mostly from Japan |
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Hagia Sophia gets new roof, circus hires new clown |
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Ballerinas bleed but dance, famous composer gets bald |
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All music's already been played, critics are always right |
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And I sharpen the knife |
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Wooden handle |
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Bolster, heel |
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Edge of cold steel |
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Mirror mirror |
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Speak to me |
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News on breakfast television drown in a shit of lies |
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UN troops storm Kabul, or Cairo, or Baghdad |
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That war was wrong but this one is so right |
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Cure for cancer nearly there- perfect drug, decent price |
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White smoke covers Rome, habemus papam |
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Farmer in Montana breeds two-headed cows |
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I still sharpen the knife |
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Wooden handle |
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Bolster, heel |
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Edge of cold steel |
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Mirror mirror |
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Speak to me |