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NO ONES APPLE
IN THE LAND OF NOT
LET'S MAKE A PLACE WITH PAPER AND GLUE
ON BROOMSTICK PONIES WE'LL TAKE A RIDE
IMAGINATION
ON A LUNAR BEACH IS WHERE WE'LL HIDE
I MISS THE THINGS
THAT I AINT GOT
AND IF OUR DREAMS
DON'T COME TRUE
THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE MOON
FOLLOWS THE SUN
THE LEFT SIDE IT SEAMS, ISN'T MUCH FUN.
AND WE WILL SMILE
AND WE'LL HOLD HANDS
IS WHERE WE'LL MAKE OUR FINAL STAND.
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