Blues for Ebenezer
Copyright 1994 Rev. Wyrdsli
On January 7,1994 I lost my best friend. He was a four-year old African Grey Timneh. He died of Pneumonia because of the drafts in my apartment. I dedicate this in loving memory of him.
CONTENTS
Sweet child, I know you need love like Anyone else. But love is not just frozen food You can't just store it in a freezer And use it when you want It comes like moldy olive oil Slimy, smelly and full of diseases But the important thing is..... That I care for you as much as I do And if my car doesn't start right away I won't force you to walk Because I feel as I am sure many left-handed people do that life is so often so unfair. And bank tellers will only laugh The first time I ever saw you I thought you were a girl Now, I see a young woman And as long as we are, we shall be
Here I sit thinking slowly Has my life been for only leaving hearts unsatisfied? If this is true I should have died For to tease and not to serve The empty gnaw is what you deserve To hint around and not fill the void Call yourself a little boy And so I drink, guzzling blindly My mind spins on running idly Give me just another sip What spills from the bottle drips and drips Now I slump no longer feeling The shock of life has left me reeling This liquid grain is not as kind But it's the softest thing that I could find
Looking out just past the sun Remembering all that I have done What exactly did she say I must remember this today Drooping eyes and tired mind fall asleep at any time Where can I find for sure Can I know that she is pure? Familiar shapes twist away Do I have something to say? Or would it matter anyway I must remember this today
Life is not always a pleasure We all have days that bring us down My pain I cannot measure For grief is all around When I've had enough bad news To keep me up all nightlong I turn to the comfort herb I hit offa that bong I put the reefer in the bowl That's where it belongs I lite the weed and suck water I'm hitting on that bong I don't care what you say How can you say it's wrong I'm passing the time 'til I die By getting high with my bong Women leave me lonely Like a heart without a song Women leave me lonely Alone with my bong
May my life drain out of me I have lost all I truly need She was my lovely full bloom love Now she's gone - it's time to bleed May my life drain out of me There is no more need to be She was my shining sparkling gem Now she's flattened on the street May my life end here and now I feel murder's agony My lovely glowing Rose Killed by the bourgeoisie
Give to me your lonely times Give to me your sorrow Surrender to my arms Give to me tomorrow I will love you with my darkness Consume you with my light I will love you all the evening And hold you til the dawn I will tell you all my dreams And read to you my poems I will give you my soul And love no other woman I will fill your empty spaces Excite you with my strength I will pick you up and change you You will never be the same I will know your hidden places I will have them for my own I will pick the weeds from your garden And reap the seeds I sow So scream to me with volume Your every tiny syllable And I will give you everything With my heart and soul distillable So tell to me your point of view You know I always love to hear you talk In sweet soft sounds as musical As a Rhapsody for Two
Here I am again, alone as it seems
But the night, and early day,
in their own psychotic ways
Have left me with a head of wicked dreams
'Tis the night for prom in your home town
My evil ways travel everywhere
and for just a glimpse of her scarlet hair
I'll fill the air with sound
But wait I see the hordes of those
to prom that go, and all is not well
A score of girls have lied both ways
to have their macho men to show
They act as if they own their men
And keep them on a leash
Won't they be caught when they reach
the point of no return
But wait I see the faces of the dancers
I wonder if that woman-child,
knows all the while
if who she has is man or juvenile
Dance, fair maidens, dance,
to the music of your choice.
But remember now as you rejoice,
my call for Hester Pryne.
I do not ask for purity
for that's a teen-aged dream
If I can't expect her to be serene
I only ask sincerity
But my Hester is another woman
I do not see her in this hall
and all in all none hear my call
So I shall be a roamin'
Hester! Hester! Hester?
My enigmatic love won't answer
Hester! Hester! Hester?
Yet I know she lives and I must find her
Darkened shades of whispered fears
Forgotten thoughts of burning tears
And still, she obsesses me
Sorrow brings as sorrow feels
Burning dreams, forgotten meals
Always, she obsesses me
Images of loving eyes and
Memories of truthful lies
And still, she obsesses me
Drifting thought of loveliness
Circle round my loneliness
Painfully, she obsesses me
Scornful words spoken as a threat
From the lips that suck cigarettes
Sorrow, she obsesses me
The evening Sun is cascading down,
see me on my way.
I'm looking for Nirvana,
at both ends of the day
The midnight moon is soothing,
and singing on the wind
I'm running everyday now,
my face is getting thin.
Visions of Eternity,
like dreams of lives I've died
Flash by in the winds of forever
and a crowd of feelings cried
My Ego was already ancient
when the Earth was but a seed
Hourus answers quickly
his sacred mother's need
My spirit cries in pain
for it's trapped in this earthen cell
Ecstasy is to drowned myself
and soar in the air again
Through tiny flashing portholes,
I glimpse the shadows of time
Can I see the answers,
can the truth be mine?
The morning sun is burning,
my search is at an end
If I find no god to save me,
I'll be my only friend
And the virgin said to me
"Speak softly when we meet.
I must have deep faith in you,
our love must be pure."
And I could see her shadows
but I did not have a cure
And my lover said to me
"I want you to myself,
I want you to myself" she said,
betraying me all the same.
"You brought it on yourself,." She said
Leaving me in pain
And the Goddess said to me
"My rituals are acts of love,
My vision is eternal,
my love is infinite."
I made love to her last night
I will again tonight.
Things have been and not all kind This I know too well But fear and hate won't silence me To tell the truth I feel compelled Tamera was a fine young lass With eyes of mystic green She sought the help of Lord Scorpio To learn of the world unseen Charming but corruptible A Magical magnifico The leader of a Templar Lodge This was Lord Scorpio So Tamera was let inside And taken as a concubine He took her to the temple of his Knights And placed her on the shrine And Tamera yearned so much to learn But in the end she burned for the sins of Scorpio The problem was Lord Scorpio Was consort to the Evil Queen Bea The Evil Queen saw in Tamera A threat to her regime Psychotic and irrational Were the virtures of the old Queen Bea A class A-1 Psychic Vampire A queen of hypocrocy So Queen Bea reared back her horns Raised an army of bourgeois The ruckus from this evil horde Sent Tamera to her Gesethemene So where you ask was Lord Scorpio Leader of the Templar Lodge He turned his back of Tamera Like a spineless Demagogue And Tamera yearned so much to learn But in the end she burned For the sins of Scorpio Yet Magically did Tamera Escape the queen and the Templar lodge She packed her cat and books and things And got the hell out of Dodge Things have been and not all kind This I've shown quite well If you want to know the truth You got to find it for yourself
REFLECTIONS OF A SHATTERED SOUL
I walk along in these streets of fire
Living nightshade dreams of lust without desire
lust without desire
I walk along in these shadows of pain
Knowing life won't ever be the same
I'll never be the same
Then I see the dying eyes that answer me
from the mirror,
In horror I behold
Reflections of a shattered soul
I stomp along like Man o' War.
I survive but I don't know what for.
I don't know what for
I talk to shadows alive with cries
Accusing me of crimes I have conspired
Then I hear the crying child that calls to me
from within
In horror I behold,
Reflections of a shattered soul
I talk along all night sometimes
Hoping to remember sweeter rhymes,
I remember better times
I march a line in this valley of fear
Gunshots and funerals are distantly near
ever distantly near
Then I hear the Sirens cry
I want to climb through the mirror
and be a body without a soul
I walk alone in these streets of fire
Singing nightshade songs of
lust without desire
Then I hear the wailing moan of the
virgin torn,
In horror I behold
Reflection of a shattered soul
I was doing the laundry thing
and thirst overcame me
So I shuffled to the Pepsi machine
"free hypo in winning can"
The Orange crush looked good.
But the machine kept returning my money
"Fuck it." I thought beginning to
contemplate the drugstore
Just for fun, I hit the Orange crush button
The can dropped
"Thank you, Jesus!"
Jesus can do much, but he helps those that
help themselves.
Oh the daily pain of unrequited love
insufferable of consistency
The answer is simple: Kill your heart.
Listlessness in loneliness
Hours moan as they crawl alone
And I just want to break something
Hurt someone - maybe like she hurt me.
But the answer is simple: Kill your heart.
The heart is such a squishy thing
But it beats in time that it defines
Never listening to reason
But sometimes artful in its treachery
Yet treachery is still treachery
The answer is obvious! Kill your heart
I have cried and slept alone
But I have lain with great beast of women
Always in honor of the Goddess
And I have been fiercely loved
But now is the time for euthanasia
The answer is painful: Kill your heart.
My friend told me he'd seen you there earlier.
"That's cool," I said. "But if she wants to see me,
she knows where to find me."
And then I saw you, eyes drenched in anguish.
My heart leapt for you, alabaster complexion, fragile beauty in torment.
I longed to help, in my own way.
So I walked up to you, leaned against the pole you leaned on.
I talked and you ran
You tried to ditch me by going out the back
Or so you'd like it to look.
Never let it be said that Wyrdsli can't knock back a beer if there's
a pretty face involved.
But a pretty face etched with a trail of tears
bears even a little more effort.
I ran around the outside of the bar to head you off at the pass,
timed myself to catch you on the other side and not puke. I waited,
I watched,
using my best strategic skills to catch you,
I found you on the inside of the back door.
I guess you knew what I'd do.
You saw me and turned away. I followed you to the bar itself.
I tried to get you to talk.
"Why won't you talk to me?"
"What have I ever done to you?"
No answer. Only tears.
Your turned away from the bar and I took your crying frame to my embrace.
And for one moment I believed I could hold you forever
and the world would cease to exist outside our Universe.
But you broke away and pushed me away
I chased you by rumor.
And then I saw you with him, whoever he was.
I watch you from a balcony, sex being had behind me,
and watched and wondered
And then I knew- She's beautiful but crazy,
she's beautiful but crazy.
She's beautiful but crazy.
You found me like a broken toy
failing to function as designed
Were you fascinated by my flaking paint
or my worn and broken springs?
I did it myself you know
Failure is all I really understand
Other toys are damaged by children
I simply wound myself up too tight
and never let myself relax
So you came along and picked me up
You had compassion for me
Like the cat you got from
the humane society
But pity is a poor basis for anything
of substance
And I function little better now
than I did then
It only seems worse because
I am more aware
I see what I do only too well
But perhaps you must destroy the village
to save the village
That's always been my policy
Five Points
Center of Communications' confusion
Vortex of Madness
Old man, bloodshot eyes, lives in his clothes.
He's strutting up and down talkin' about Jesus
to victims waiting for the bus
Jesus this, God that
If you've heard one crack-pot,
you've heard them all.
And I tell him, "Fuck Jesus!"
Jesus was a loser and he ain't done
squat for me.
For offended am I at proselytizing posers
as if all this Jesus talk raises his standing
in the world that Jesus himself abandoned.
Fuck your Jesus.
There was no such man and what if there were? Why didn't he write?
They say he could read and write.
If Moses can write the OLd Testimant
Loa Tzu the Tao Te ching,
Muhammed the Koran and,
Joseph Smith the Book of Morman,
Why did Jesus leave it to a bunch of two-bit hacks to tell his story
for him years after the fact? Those second string
sorry assed-exscuses for disciples couldn't
even get their story straight.
Isn't it strange that a man of learning with intense spiritual
insights who preached to the multictudes unnumbered never wrote?
He is in fact, by this, unique among the major Religious figures.
And the Pope wants to keep the Dead Sea Scrolls under life destroying wraps.
Why is that?
Just for argument sake, let's say the Gospell are for the most part accurate:
His suicide is selfish & cowerdice. If he truly loved his
people, he should've lived for them, not die for them.
On wonders if David Koresh wasn't on the money claiming to be Jesus Christ,
he fits the pattern. Perhaps years from now, we'll hear a different version of his
story, justify everything because he was the one.
And the red-eyed Street Preacher is rebuking me as Satan.
And I say:
Why Old man, do you cling to the slave religion?
Maybe, if you sobered up and really thought it out,
you'd realize it was Christians that put your ancesters in chains.
Oh Man, Oh man
How great thou art
Thou that achieve the all important
Regardless of the carnage thereof
Thou that raped the Earth
Without fear or conscious
Thou that tortures and kills life
In public and private
Both blatant and subtle
That that kills plankton with oil spill
and fish with chemical waste
Thou that poisons the air all life breathes
Thou that make waste a hip form of art
Thou that enslaves so-called lessor Creatures
How great thou art
Thou that hast the means to destroy the Earth
Thou that makes war on your brother
And creates a double standard of Murder
Thou that enslaves thine own kind
Without fear or conscience
How great thou art
I came, I saw, I address the night
On haunted avenues
We entertain a fickle muse
with blood and sweat and years
Welcome to the tragic zone
And the Battlefields of Art
Now here am I like a Poet-Priest
Attending to the mysteries
We sing for love and cry for pain
caressing private histories
we cut the price tags from our souls
In the Battlefields of Art
With ink stains red I kiss the pen
that bleeds each crying time
Come beat the drum and sing the song
With strange discordant rhythms
we dance to a different slumber
In the Battlefield of Art
I pricked my skin with golden blades
So my blue blood won't congeal
Your attention span lifts like a fog
to reveal the trail of tears
tread softly through the land mines
of the Battlefields of Art
And wake to the sun without remorse
of your weariness or pain
There is no promise that insistence
will make things any different
You make the call, ride or fall
In the Battlefields of Art
If love unknown to weeping lips
comes worship as the grail
Anticipation creates expectation
Reality falls short
choose advances carefully
In the Battlefields of Art
And casualties are not unknown
but never of the pure of heart
Sacrifice inevitable to make the battle cry
But fear is always your greatest enemy
In the Battlefields of Art
Pederastic love affair
A young girl with stars in her eyes,
a delicate dagger dangles in her fingers.
She gazes on moon-lit gutters beautiful at night
- and dreams of sliding mangled and torn biits of her enemies' bodies in them
Our love is: illicit in intention,
morally questionable,
Intellectually fable-like; Dangerous by definition
I cannot sleep in her bed without righteousness of guilt
I cannot look at her face and forget how she pried me away from my now ex-wife
I won't be a trophy on her bookshelf
While it's true that the girl with Golden hair is every red-blooded man's dream.
I wonder if it's right to reward you for my bath of green and purple envy.
I was a fool to believe in you
Linda was never a wicked witch you had to save me from,
or whatever fantasy you decided to act on.
You are not a better person than her,
and she probably loves me more. You said it yourself when you said
she was crazy to take me back when you wouldn't.
Now all I want to do is tell her how sorry I am.
Girl who loves gold, do you know what self-hatred looks like?
If I told you I could roll in broken glass
and have salted lemon juice poured on me,
that I would hardly think twice about it after the scars your games have put on my heart.
But someday, yes, someday you will be on the other side of your own game.
I would love to see your reaction then
Delicate fighter, feathered warrior
The Terrible Timneh of Little Five points
You were so much like me
Growling at strangers
Hiding in dark places
Ingeniously mischievous
A fighter to the end
You were preening when I saw you last draw breath
I can't believe you're gone, Ebenezer
Oh little friend, my little friend
Who was always there to comfort me
To sit upon my shoulder and
give me tender kisses
I will always love you, Ebenezer
I left you home while I went to work
went to drink and socialize
And you were always home to greet me
Oh Ebenezer, peace to your soul
I think I can hear you say
"It's okay, we both needed to be free
But you saw me through so much
I will always love you Ebenezer
And I can't forget the time you got away
And we got each other back
You are in a better place now
And always in my heart, Ebenezer
Now I can't stand the emptiness of the silence
that stuns me Like sonic booms
At least I know you still loved me, and I you
It's hard to say good-bye Ebenezer
Oh, my bad tempered, unfriendly,
peanut-breathed turkey vulture
No more will I clean up your droppings
or scold you for chewing my books and papers
God I miss you, Ebenezer
Can you still see how high the sky is?
Can you hear the winter wind?
Can you hear the children crying?
Do you know that Bosnia is dying?
Yeltson lost his mother
Clinton lost his mother
I lost Ebenezer
Dave lost a dog
Sema lost a kitten
loss loss loss loss
Joseph Campbell leaned in his chair
his breathing labored
and said "The answer is this:
I will participate in this great Opera"
Perderabo
Remember this: forget the rest
Curse the day- encourage the light
Explain the difference - confuse unity
Grapple with emotion,
dance with intellectualism
Scream to your neighbors,
whisper to the enemy
Love the sinner, hate the sin
I am alarmed at serenity
Eat gold- shit garbage
Hide from today, look for yesterday
Avoid reality, map fantasy
Live in the past, Die today
Every time I look at you A chill goes down my spine You are only too beautiful Can you remember what I said? Everyday I wake in cold sweats Angel you are, you damn me Yet I know I have chosen this Can't I get it right? Elegance Immortal Alabaster Iguana You broke my heart Can I sleep with you again Everytime I think of you A knife stabs me in the heart You know too well how to hurt me Could you smile for me again?
Scraping on the sidewalk dragging my ass
If this is initiation, I must be a master
It hurts to take each next step,
but I've lived on nothing before
I have suffered an eternity
Sipping on coffee, shops finally open
My body's alive but my spirit is broken
It's 8:05 a.m. in the dark night of the soul,
but has it not ever been thus?
I have endured endless torture
I am surrounded by children seeking my guidance
I am exalted but battered by Prudence
The light at the end of the Tunnel looks like the burning bush,
what does he want now?
I have performed enough miracles
Intimate of ambition, excelling in Obscurity
Bedazzled by recognition for
the wrong things
My heart walks with a limp and my libido
cruises in Mona Lisa Overdrive
I have suffered an eternity
Your absence from my life
makes me yearn that much more
I hardly lack for company
But I think of you still
Still and soft lying in my arms
I adore the depth of your stillness
(part two)
I saw you again last night
tragically the not so old feelings arose again
knowing they were about to sink for the last time
And we both know why
I wanted to say "I love you"
But of course that would be inappropriate
Civilization has it good points of course
until the well built house leave you in the cold
I am ancient in the presence of your inner beauty
So I was of course only too glad to walk with you
Even though I don't dare tell you again how I feel
I didn't mind hearing you talk about your friend, my ex-wife
I savor the sound of your voice
This villain must love you from afar
And your words of comfort are as soothing
as your eyes are clear and bright
Your brief hug was as heart-warming
as your touch is soft and gentle
And when I told you I loved you before
(why does it seem so long ago?)
It wasn't just pillow talk
But this villain must evermore love you from afar.
Realization of a wicked world Pour your blood in the corporate cup Think not that your wounds heal one day The corporates are hungry and never give up Their cruelty crystallizes as a shining gem of hate Appearances can be deceiving as the vultures pick your eyes Living just to die and feed the evil gods Your life crawls on and time always flies Evil is a virtue and souls a commodity Money flows like blood in the corporate vein Close your eyes and dream of summer in a grassy field And then awake to the cesspool gone insane You sweat and slave for those that look down on you Labor your Demeanor for an ounce of peace Are you waiting for a better day? Or the fragile flesh's final release?
Illusions are the visions of a perfect life I see Frustration is the realization My mind has gone too far Inconclusive is the mission Beautiful, spectacular War Destitute and desolation as real as hard cement Restitution Institution Hard pressed to comment Running like Rats Through a maze called existence A testimate of nothing But stubborn persistence Suspended in a New Orleans Voodoo Jar Next to a down scale model of a Guillotine Despite my admiration for tiny lean machine It only chops nicotine in dreams.
Take me back to Jamaica where I've never been I long for the beach and the jungles I've never laid eyes on Take me to paradise, an Eden with reefer The feel of the waves runs deep in my faith Shun away the dirt and noise of the city Where the angry young artist signs his name in spraypaint I am a praying jackal with penises and ears Look while I listen and see what I translate Close your eyes to the noise that burns on all sides Climb on my Iron horse and travel The concrete jungle will back away And peace will follow us all the rest of our hours
Where goest thou oh little waif?
I have wondered of you.
where do you hide when the sun goes down
Where do you spend the night?
Where sleepeth thou oh little waif?
And who sleeps with you?
I have to confess I find you attractive
I do not want to hurt you
Oh on the contrary little waif
I want to hold you tight
I want to hold you closely
I want to hold you.
Where goest thou little waif?
Can I take you home with me?
Provoke the sleeping Tiger children
Forget about the madman screaming in your house
he's an insurance salesman
Relative to subject matter, gang afla gay
Dysfunctional child rhetoric
Rewrite history to your best advantage
"Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead"
Just forget your foolish pride
Stroll on down
It's miller time
Why ask why
Just do it
Whatever happened to integrity?
I can't remember what I was taught
I was taught to never fight
even for myself
But I must avoid self absorbsion
Breaks, they can be flashes of insight
or a gallery of Angst
And what if life does suck?
What do you replace it with?
Destiny, the foreground is invisible
And I will wait an eternity for the past
Eyes still scream at me in memories
But I must avoid self absorbsion
Finality beacons as the faceless mother
that must now do her work
Terror and nothingness are inseparable
All is calm in desolation
Sorrow is the initiator of change
as Peace has been the result of War
Inaction is the release of indecision
Actuality is a concept unknown
Pity is my lover as horror is my child
Insanity is my only defense
Hate is the precious gift I give myself
Good manners are a thing of beauty
Limitless is the isolation
and transient is the purpose
I've seen it all and my ears are still ringing
Fearless in a sea of pain
Left alone to cry
Lie to me beautiful
Our time is long over
don't ask me to explain
Angry at the corporate giant
mildly amused at my suffering
The police are like god only because of their
indifference to human suffering
Job at least had compensation
Listless in the face of the morning sun
Trying to remember my dreams
It seems there was something important
And I careen into depression
what was it I heard?
Trace memories of missed chances
Fragment dreams of lost romances
present moments enticing
every comment slicing
The conversation is not to my liking
So I drift to pleasant tactile memories
sensations singing lullabies
Relieving me of today and flush away the moment
The everlasting legacy of a moment I remember warm me like the
summer solstice in December
Remember, remember the moment for the memory of a better time
carries me through the dross of this
pain stripped earth
Life is long and hard as ice
Until it melts away
And the beggar only takes the chance
After the golden day
Tears and fears of years ago
Haunt me to this day
Angry words, tongue like swords
Always cut both ways
My lover was with child
I poked it when we made love
She shuddered from deep stimulation
and writhed insane
Blood Dripped from the shattered glass
of a broken window
Night cried winter tears
The Reaper weeps not for children
But releases them from fear
Calmly and serenely I watch chaos
And imagine my madness enraged
And imagined are the earthly foes
I make of these poor fools
The truth may be they are instruments
of the everlasting mind
That confused us with pleasure
And stabs us from behind
But I myself lean outside in hopes
I'll slip outside reality
The precise possibility
I won't return again
Here I sit numbly wondering
How I suffer while I'm slumbering
In this dream that finds no end
This nightmare that won't resend
In which I watch myself always blundering
In anguished moments that break my heart
Become the hours that tear my heart apart
I commit the crimes that cause me pain
Yet I commit them again and again
Waiting for my new life to start
But the life is told on the evening news
Where smiles allege who killed who
The hours are strung into painful days
My power has fallen by the way
I attempt to divine how to start anew
So this Liquid Bean sipping I continue
I return again to my cherished venue
This painted garage where I come
And speak to faces wherever from
And sip again the caffeine brew
I'LL BE GRATEFUL WHEN THEY'RE DEAD
It's starting already Filthy forgotten Philosophers Looking for a fix Got a joint? Got any Beer? Got any spare change? I'll be Grateful when they're Dead Psychedelic savages Children of the great Unwashed giggle at a private joke It's a deadhead thing, you wouldn't understand They dress themselves in articles Primitive but shallow. Is it not a marvel how they travel Wherever their gods go? And I have to wonder who they think they are Asking for the world on a tie-dyed banner. But they are the children of the great unwashed And I'll be grateful when they're dead.
Ofttimes I can sense you feeling yourself
while thoughts of me stroll through your head
and I remember all the times we've had, times times and times again.
Visions dance and touch as a gentle cool breeze. They brush your hair
Smoke leaves your mouth.
You tell me it's over, so we start another.
Fire burns the herb of comfort.
We draw closer because the wind is stronger
than we would like.
This is life, we live because we can be happy while we last,
and while we do we can turn to one another for help.
Sleep is like the mistress Who comes upon at night She cuddles and caresses me And keeps me in her sight Sleep is like the woman Who always keeps me warm She holds me and comforts me She protects me from the storm Sleep is like a lady My Andromadean dream She comes to me with visions Of things that she has seen Sleep is like my love Who holds me tight at night She comforts me and abides me She shows me unseen light
There's something intrinsically tragic about life
that I can't shake
And it's always been there
As if I was told in the womb
"All life is suffering"
Don't ask me what's wrong
I don't quite have the words for it
It's like an underlying sadness
even harder to explain
than it is to understand myself
Suicide would be simple enough
But I somehow doubt that God is any better
than his horrible little creatures
I have many times sat down to write and found that the words seem to flow not from me, but from the Pen I wish it had a mouth with which it could speak It might be able to sing
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