I pack each wall
Constructed by hand;
My own to destroy
Or let stand.
Back I lean
On dirty knees,
Benevolent ruler
Of the ants.
.
I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things.
I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things.
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