Oh, I'm goin' to a place now
That no human head should know
Where Suicide's a rabid weed
That pushes through ice snow
And the Sunrise that once was your guide
Pirouettes and loses glow
(Oh, hum softly your music, my sweet
Just keep it nice and low...
Mmmhmm...mmmhmmm...
Oh no...)
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