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SAWDUST, REJOICE V
I´ve found the loves of yores a magantine
I´ve looked too through the bunch of our time
I need not make a further questioning;
I want to say at last, Sawdust rejoice
My steer, my brag, my love for naughtiness
Helped a lot millions in Copenhagen
My shyness while i feel I´ve deft the dice
Oh Lord my God, I´ll say Sawdust, rejoice
Cool warmness, lot of words and templidons
Questions of how it came about are rife
Must I? Must I at last be one of such
I want to say also, Sawdust, rejoice
Why not dust, Oh my God! Why not eén mud
Why not the Thatch that batches through the hart
What? Gray bananas; loudest hills of pomb
Cumene Semfene - Sawdust, rejoice!
I´ve looked too through the bunch of our time
I need not make a further questioning;
I want to say at last, Sawdust rejoice
My steer, my brag, my love for naughtiness
Helped a lot millions in Copenhagen
My shyness while i feel I´ve deft the dice
Oh Lord my God, I´ll say Sawdust, rejoice
Cool warmness, lot of words and templidons
Questions of how it came about are rife
Must I? Must I at last be one of such
I want to say also, Sawdust, rejoice
Why not dust, Oh my God! Why not eén mud
Why not the Thatch that batches through the hart
What? Gray bananas; loudest hills of pomb
Cumene Semfene - Sawdust, rejoice!
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