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I still dream of algernon.
I wake up crying.
You’re making rain,
And you’re just in reach,
When you and sleep escape me.
You’re like my yo-yo
That glowed in the dark.
What made it special
Made it dangerous,
So I bury it
And forget.
But every time it rains,
You’re here in my head,
Like the sun coming out--
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.
And I don’t know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.
On top of the world,
Looking over the edge,
You could see them coming.
You looked too small
In their big, black car,
To be a threat to the men in power.
I hid my yo-yo
In the garden.
I can’t hide you
From the government.
Oh, god, daddy--
I won’t forget,
’cause every time it rains,
You’re here in my head,
Like the sun coming out--
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.
And I don’t know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.
The sun’s coming out.
Your son’s coming out.
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