I hurl stones after stones
Into the wishing well
Disturbing the frog's sleep
In its libidinous dreams
My moon had fallen into the well
My pail could not bring it up
I continue to drop stones
Someday the water will rise enough
To bring up my beautiful moon.
In its libidinous dreams
My moon had fallen into the well
My pail could not bring it up
I continue to drop stones
Someday the water will rise enough
To bring up my beautiful moon.
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