The minuscule
The victory
The kind of love
Worth giving
Applause of applause
We’re loud
Limb of the limb
Would fall out
And if there was anything
I could give you
Was this of mine
That raised you
They’re going round
They raised you high
The limbs of limbs
Your crown
And should you trip
Know now
The ornaments come down
And their loud
And the applause is going around
And around
And the arms that raised you
They raised you
But they won’t raise you now
Their loud
Like the ornaments you found
But the ornaments are
The ornaments are
Tumbling down
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