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Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
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slowly we danced around and around
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I’m done. Speak to me, soul’s soul’s soul
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one must imagine love
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The wheeling sky sees all
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After joy raises you into the stratosphere,
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with long hind legs for jumping
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They say time goes backward
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waiting to be driven forth. I pound
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like a horse held in the palm of a rock,