Three rotting apples run to bruises of yellow and brown
The melting faces of wax work mannequins
Lying ‘neath the hollow hats of toadstools
That collect like houses for the insect folk
To gather when rain falls in gargantuan efforts
The melting faces of wax work mannequins
Lying ‘neath the hollow hats of toadstools
That collect like houses for the insect folk
To gather when rain falls in gargantuan efforts
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