.On the shore of the lake
In the great upstate of New York
Came the call of a loon
Cold, cold, o'er a plume of smoke
He spoke to my center>
He spoke of the future
He sang, "You, my friend, are alone, alone."
We live with the cockroach
And we split our cord.
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