They drip and splatter in drowning splendor
The gold at far of the limitless rainbow
How you've surpassed the suppressing barrier
The block,
The clock,
Oh watch-- it's gone
Where do the sparks, all come from?
Now thank the cousin of the cupid
For thou has't been shot, lest I rot
Thanked the cousin of the cupid
For Inspiration has rescued thy hapless stupid
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