Spider weaves a spit green sea
That tangles up and drowns the fly -- poor fly
Well, he's got pneumonia just like me
But he can't swim as well as I
And I realized as I watched him die
There was a secret to vision, a fairy tale madness
I was strangled in the blankets sweatin'
Fightin' for my poor short life -- poor fly
Floating infinitesemal I felt it bloom with graceful eyes
And I said good-bye to my future joys
There was a secret to vision, a fairy tale madness
Steam heater hissing, grandma is kissing,
Staring at my box of colored chalk
Comin' down like Jack from his bean stalk
Thus my little room became the cocoon
There was a secret to vision, a fairy tale madness
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