NEVER GONNA' KNOW
They're never going to know my face,
for I am a hidden dreg. No one will
see my shadow, for I'll be living dead.
The pulchritude of the meadow hare
will have already abandoned hope,
and the deer and the ground-snake
will be waiting for me on the
easy-widening slope.
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My magic wand will be the sky, and
all those distant stars. I'll stare and
make wander with my eyes. They're
never gonna' know my face. I've
got a great disguise.
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