原文歌詞
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Lonely flower born on the edge
Seduced by the cliff, by what it couldn’t see
A blind brown eye open and well-fed
Playing nose, playing tongue
A restless machine with human wills
Looking for freedom, for records and for joy
A perfect mask of medium size
Gray and brown, not square, not round
