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They come: the party’s on the road!
I never know how
Roaming is the Role, and Romeo
is journeying onto the snow:
The Lie comes,
The Lie will riddle my home!
A wave will glisten the tarmac,
an aeroplane on my mudflap;
the Matador’s playing cards
while the bull talks to the bard…
My Role is to fly,
the Lonesome can survive,
the Lost come to the Fire
the rule is to come on dancing,
And I’ll never succumb
to the laws of the Humdrum,
sleeping with the sun,
drifting with the clowns…
The Lie comes,
the Cheetah Cubs are in town!
The Sphinx sighs,
the Lynx can jinx her way down
The Bee Bumps the fire hydrant
and the water spouts to the sky:
cars turn to mushrooms – right in front of my eyes!
The Lie comes,
The Lie will riddle my home!
the Ocelot is trumping you to your bone;
The Bee Bumps the Beautiful Lie:
say Hello
to the Beautiful Lie…

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