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Folly and the Fool hand in hand

The brown mouse scurries over your foot,

as the pillows eat up every crumb

Your nose dances in the air

Remembering yourself plaid and mistaken

The Sun plays with Death,

as the birds fly by

Tomorrow pretends not to listen

Forever you'll be searching for the number

Everyone tells you the flowers speak lies,

but you know better than them

Picture her under the floorboards,

with lighters and treasure

Forget the cities and their worries

Look in the sea for the one who knows no truth,

the world fast asleep to the lull

London will tell you not to go by

They told me not to judge a book by its cover

But you know me better than that

The clock's arms are tired

Folly and the Fool sing hand in hand
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