Eyes
Force
All the rowboats
In the oil paintings
It burns
In the cave
No thinking
No thinking
No thinking
Snapping bones
It starts with chickens
This is how it happens
Our carefully laid plans
But I am
But I am
But I am
Not a number
Not a name
Strapping
Chains
The gentle breeze
Caresses of May
Flowers
Spring showers
And soap
And showers
And soap
But I am
But I am
A dictator
Creator
Destroyer
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