______________________________________The jack mouse__________________________________ 
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 |              Shot an arrow into the sky                                              |
 |              Lost sight of it immediately                                            |
 |              Then as an arrow                                                        |
 |              I found I surround by cloud                                             |
 |              Firing arrows                                                           |
 |              From my arrow                                                           |
 |              Which I was                                                             |
 |              Incoherently [inconsistently incomprehensibly inconsequentially incetc.]|
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 |              How they came                                                           |
 |              Seamed up to them                                                       |
 |              And once they had passed                                                |
 |              Veiled from radar                                                       |
 |              I need not watch                                                        |
 |              For there was no aim                                                    |
 |              No motive at all                                                        |
 |              All I know just had to go                                               |
 |              All I know just had to go                                               |
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 |              So the moon is not the stylus                                           |
 |              That plays out the stratosphere                                         |
 |              Thru a coil of map marks                                                |
 |              For I am not impartial                                                  |
 |              Under this night                                                        |
 |              Against the fences                                                      |
 |              Walking awake                                                           |
 |              Before it rains                                                         |
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 |              Before I                                                                |
 |              Felt a catch                                                            |
 |              And thought I could hold it                                             |
 |              But I was made void                                                     |
 |              Then I had to go                                                        |
 |              I’ll write a letter                                                     |
 |              To my father                                                            |
 |              When I get back                                                         |
 |              And let him know                                                        |
 |              The moon                                                                |
 |              The moon, the moon, the moon                                            |
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 |              Moon is hanging                                                         |
 |              On a stick                                                              |
 |              Moon is dancing                                                         |
 |              Across the letter                                                       |
 |              The moon is dangling                                                    |
 |              From a string                                                           |
 |              Hit by craters                                                          |
 |              Hit by craters                                                          |
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 |              I shot an arrow into the sky                                            |
 |              Turned a cloud burst into flame                                         |
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 |              Raining embers set the sea alight                                       |
 |              In a massive explosion                                                  |
 |              The world was on fire                                                   |
 |              The properties of water                                                 |
 |              Are no more now                                                         |
 |              I sit with head bowed                                                   |
 |              My bow in the sand                                                      |
 |              Beside my suitcase science lab                                          |
 |              A wave of grey moves in upon                                            |
 |              This wait for suffocation                                               |
 |              What is this that I have done?                                          |
 |              My motives fire on pure fire for                                        |
 |              A resolve of motivation                                                 |
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 |              I shot an arrow                                                         |
 |              I shot an arrow                                                         |
 |              The sparrows arrow                                                      |
 |              Oh arrows arrow                                                         |
 |              From root of arrow                                                      |
 |              Oh arrow                                                                |
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