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Dear Penis
Won't you come out to play
Dear Penis
Greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Penis
Won't you come out to play
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There is a Hand to turn the time,
Though thy Glass today be run,
Till the Light hath brought the Towers low
Find the last poor Preterite one . . .
Till the Riders sleep by ev'ry road,
All through our crippl'd Zone,
With a face in ev'ry Mountainside
And a Soul in ev'ry stone
Now Everybody -
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