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| dAy OnE Is twO, thrEE wAnts OUt Of thE wAvEs h I t t I n g my hEAd hUrts bUt I lIkE I t cAn't hEAr AnythIng crAshIng dEAfEnIng, lOUdly I cry, fOr It tOO stOps thE nOIsE In my hEAd thAt shOUld bE grEEn And blUE nOt rEd Is hArd, vIOlEnt, I Am rEd cAn bE rEd, I wIll bE grEEn cOOl wIth A lIttlE wArm rEd hUrts, grEEn hEAls mE I Am grEEn, I wAnt tOO. wAtch thE wAvEs. —R. Ames |