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- The Point In Repetition
If I could hold the sunset for two hours, then maybe I would believe
but don't tell me right from wrong
you know that just isn't for me.
Ohhh oh no.
I don't see the point in explaining myself and I know it's not safe,
but you see, some find comfort in what they can't explain.
- Woodpecker
[eng]
The naughty little woodpecker
Knocked holes, crumbling the forest
The angry wood god turned his beak into poison!
The poor little woodpecker, his nest was poison, and his supper too
He touched his friends and they all died
The sad little woodpecker
His little poison tears twinkle and shine