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Star-Gaze
Count the stars in the sky,
1, 2, 3,
four five,
forty-five licks 'til we get
to the center of this tootsie pop,
goes the balloon outside
under the dying stars,
the furious angels in battle.
Rebel!
Innocence has died!
And we are living a lie.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
Surprise!
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