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Herman Dune
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In August
You were talking to me And looking at a monkey Feeding a monkey Fruit and bread You know what:everybody dies In august, when no-one cries Or in someone's cruel cruel eyes But we are not dead
I'd found a bug In the water jug It lay numb On my thumb I blew it away And let it lay On the floor At my door
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