I have a little mouse called Arthur
Who gnaws away inside my bones
He is armed with sharp incisors
And metal claws on all his toes.
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His love was a raindrop
In the lonely desert sand.
The place that once was me,
Setting me free,
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A woman gave part of her soul
That the being she created could be whole
Then having physical and spiritual form
As the sun arose a child was born.
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I was born on the banks of the old river Tyne,
Where it wends its way east to the sea.
Past the pit heaps and coal tugs; the clang of the shipyards
Created fond memories for me.
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“Forsooth maid, ” spake he,
“Hear now my true words.”
This varlet of a bygone age,
This sage, with heathen tongue.
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I will go out in a blaze of glory.
One day I will die, as now I live.
I do not know all the answers
But this promise I can give.
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Colin Curry came acourting
Comely Countess Caroline
Craving cuddles, cool caresses
Choosing creepers,
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