All good things

Well the dogs were barking at a new moon
 Whistling a new tune
 Hoping it would come soon
 And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day 'til
the feeling went away
 And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and
 the rain forgot how to bring salvation
 the dogs were barking at the new moon
 Whistling a new tune
 Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.
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