He got very fond of it
The circular hypnotize
The dark pictures’ re made
Best for those bright eyes
When he left the cloud above his feet
He got very fond of it
Handmade planet without sun
For light killed the vision in his mind
So sad. This fish’s caught on bait
He throws the babies between his teeth
There were so many ears he could feed
On that floor, they watch him leaps
They said, he deserved the trip
A tale from the twenty-seven stories tower
Was over when the curtains’ re pulling over
He never gets tired of it
It just can’t behold him
It won’t let him scream
It got very fond of him
(Dedicated to the members of "Stupid Clubs", especially that stupidest one)
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