The Sunday morning face is dead.
The Earth is green, the stars are blue,
I wish that we can live again.
My head is full, my mouth is loose,
Wonders come and go with us.
As bananas split and Meanings lose,
All of Time we wait for You.
The Blasting Company Over the Garden Wall
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