i looked at a picture
and it fell off the wall
i whistled a tune
and heard a voice in the hall
i opened the door
and nothing was there
i dreamed of a seashore
so blue and so fair
i went back in the room
and crawled under the bed
and found an old postcard
from aunt jane and uncle fred
it said wish you were
and wish you existed
we looked in the book
but you are not listed
it is really a shame
we are having such fun
with all the beautiful people
but you are not one
i turned into a spider
a tear fell from my eye
there is rain in my cloud
but no bird in my sky
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