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We felt lonely in the garden
Noone climbed through our dense briars
All we saw were flying saucers,
Plus twenty menstruating liars.
Is it right to be amusing
Is it ethical or droll?
I have neuralgia in my eyeball
Would you like to see it roll?
Would you like to be my pupil
Would you widen in the light?
I saw angels on the roses.
What a ravishing delight
How my heart sings 