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The Night Is Broken


The night is broken
Into two foundations
Power is bred
In the hands of the nation
Where lovers breath
Make the flowers grow
And crickets songs
Makes the Skyfall glow
Where rivers life
Never cease
While falling trees
Always sign a lease
And Play and I
Continue through
While the hippies play
A grooving tune
Where Prince and Princess
Fall deeply in love
And small little girls
Set flight as a dove
Where clouds can transform
Into elephants and bears
And magic flutes play
With a singing care
Where dinosaurs roam
In the New York Apple
And aliens drink
Delicious peach Snapple’s
But where does this happen?
I know you must think
Well, they say…
It happens in the sink


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