| Jack and Jill went up the hill
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| To fetch a pale of water,
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| Jack fell down and broke his crown
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| And we came tumbling after.
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| Up got Jack and home we went,
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| As fast as we could caper;
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| And Jill came home and wrapped his head
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| In vinegar and paper.
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| We crawl on hands and feet,
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| Smell the scent of a fresh stream.
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| We went up the hill like Jack and Jill
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| To fetch our ration of water.
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| When we got to the top the bomb was dropped,
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| We tumbled down with laughter!
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| Up we got with our adrenalin shock,
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| And ran to the nearest shelter.
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| The doors were shut they were full enough
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| But we are true survivors.
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| We crawl on hands and feet,
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| Smell the scent of a fresh stream.
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| San Francisco’s fallen down
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| We crawl on hands and feet,
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| Smell the scent of a fresh stream.
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| Space ships fill the sky with warmth and laughter
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| Who will go and who will stay?
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| Warlords. |
| Warlocks. |
| Wizards. |
| Shepherds.
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| Will you stand up, Holy Ghost?
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| Witches, Serpents, Superstitions;
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| Peers and their futuristic ploys.
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| Nosferatu, Nostradamus;
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| Nymphs and pixies,
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| Goblins, Demons.
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| Crowley, Barabus
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| John and Peter.
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| Space ships fill the sky with warmth and laughter
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| Who will go and who will stay?
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| Who will go and who will stay?
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| Who will go and who will stay? |