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I look at you, Wall, see the numbers there leaping
While my catarrh gently weeps
I wipe down the door, and I’m feverishly sweeping,
While my catarrh gently weeps

I don’t know why we weren’t protected
They were expected to
I don’t know how much you suspected
When they neglected you

I look at the world’s virtue-signal condemnings
While my catarrh gently weeps
With all these missed steaks we must surely be lemmings
While my catarrh gently weeps

I don’t know why nobody told you
What the controlled should do:
I just know how much they tried to blindfold you,
And let Greta scold you . . .

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