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The Dream Of Wasps
Darling, I've had the dream again
I've had the dream of wasps fizzing at my neck
I've had the dream of nuclear explosions
throwing flaming barrels at me.
Darling, do you still have them too
like the old days, when I knew
that you were listening?
I keep feeling doomed, howabout you?
I think it started on that day,
you know the one I mean.
Perhaps you have forgotten.
Perhaps you'll answer me in dreams.
Makes me feel better when I tell you about it.
Makes me feel better when I tell you about it.
Makes me feel better when I tell you about it.
Makes me feel better when I tell you about it.
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