Your waistcoat high
Into self absorption, deviation
No victorian intuition
Can't find the switch
To the light bulb of concentration
No victorian, no victorian,
No victorian, no victorian intuition
Father Winter Replies:
Out of tune, unfit for singing
oh, it's alright,
nothing's changed then
Right beside my four eyed pretties
Oh, it's all right, they forgive me
Collectively we sigh
Father winter replies
Time bends to meet our cries
Father winter replies
Hasty, hasty, how to simmer?
First, read the words then consider
Pinch of salt, a spoon of patience
To be complete when He's finished
Victorian Intuition:
Clutch all your false diagrams
Proof for Malnutrition
No victorian intuition
You prevent what you have
To prove all your inclinations
No victorian, no victorian,
no victorian, no victorian intuition

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