Sedated dark nights,
Kept inside a large box,
Under the largest banyan tree in the woods.
And every night I go and silently wait,
We all wait night after night,
It rains and it snows,
And the moss grows beneath all our feet...
And every night I go there and silently weep,
Climb up the damned tree,
Higher and higher...
Strings you can pull as many as you wish,
But oh dear Horatio!!!
Oh my dear Horatio!!!
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