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If all our life is but a dream Fantastic posing greed Then we should feed our jewelery to the sea For diamonds do appear to be Just like broken glass to me And then she said she can't believe Genius only comes along In storms of fabled foreign tongues Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs Northern downpour sends its love Hey moon, please forget to fall down Hey moon, don't you go down Sugarcane in the easy mornin'