|
tiny
|
little
|
red
|
drops
|
falling
|
on
|
my
|
head
|
and
|
hitting
|
the
|
strangest
|
thing
|
ever
|
seen
|
in
|
this
|
crazy
|
world
|
while
|
I
|
watched
|
doom
|
waiting
|
to
|
transcend
|
paper
|
and
|
create
|
a
|
funny
|
picture
|
of
|
you
|
jumping
|
through
|
giant
|
doors
|
which
|
spin
|
into
|
the
|
fire
|
flames
|
burning
|
brightly
|
like
|
stars
|
in
|
eyes
|
reflecting
|
bare
|
microwaves
|
back
|
towards
|
hell
|
and
|
melting
|
chocolat
|
coated
|
mongeese
|
that
|
squeak
|
like
|
pigs
|
which
|
means
|
nothing
|
because
|
we
|
really
|
dont
|
want
|
to
|
know
|
why
|
but
|
never
|
realising
|
dreams
|
of
|
angels
|
that
|
sing
|
rock
|
opera's
|
brilliantly
|
pure
|
words
|
rising
|
up
|
above
|
the
|
crowds
|
scrambling
|
for
|
marbles
|
which
|
either
|
rolled
|
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