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  • Sing a song of sixth sense
    Yogi baked a pie
    Cut a slice
    Tossed it up
    High into the sky
    At night is darkling bright
    Just like my lover’s eye.

    Those things I said
    I lost my head
    Threw it up so far
    Above the earth my love
    Now it reigns a star
    That sparkles like the tears I cry
    Which fall upon the jagged peaks
    Where they drip and dry.

    The swami knows
    He’s cleaned his toes
    With such as you and I
    To eye the bandits fly
    By any a name rose.
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