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Once upon a time there was a hand
That got to see a fair, exotic land It was lavishly treated, until that fateful day After beautiful nights, the hand asked to stay And everything was brusquely Taken away... The hand was placed in gaol, a dark and lonely pit Because it dared to grasp for more, and that might well be it It still can do what hands can do For a few more weary years, 'hope just two And this was the tale of the hand in a pit And if it was nonsense, I don't care a bit. |