When a player
Is out played
When a teacher
Is being thought
When the sun
Shines at night
When them animals
Talk to us
When the doctor
Seeks advice
A convict friendly ask
And what happens
When the earth stops to move
And clocks changes
Their directions
When the dessert
Become fertile
And them snails
Run so fast
Do you call it transaction?
Or just imagination
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