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Alias & Tarsier
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Cub
One afternoon on the train
There was a child sitting beside me
Smearing the glass
With his face and hands
Let's look for things to do
He said, 'I can show you 10 ways to fold a letter'
'Or can you curl your tongue like this?'
'I can.'
Curiosity clings
It's a roof weather tight
For this only son
He's buried in himself while
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The world goes up for sale
Sitting beside him
It's like when a dog smiles
The wait is never long
And conquering grows futile
While the world's for sale
He's buried in himself
I would sooner believe this star
Not nearly 3 feet tall
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