Draw this bloated line
Bring upon the marks of time
Cast the years through sea
Unto the paper just before me
Sew the the needle through the thread
Let my careful hands pull the stitch of your head
The fabric of your nimble brain
Where the thimble had been lain
Set the needle on the track
Winding up
And
Winding back
Glue the buttons on your face
Designing the land from that place
We make these dolls for those
To satisfy this dry need to compose
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