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Rabbits on the gra**
In my ailing mind
They're jumping
They're smiling
On the gra**
Rabbits on the gra**
I see them through the sun
They're white
They're pure
On the gra**
Get away the rabbits
Get them away from me
I cannot stand their
Stupid mouths
Something in my ears
Real or imagined voice
They speak
They're silent
Many ugly faces
In front of my eye
They appear
They disappear
Rabbits on the gra**
In my ailing mind
They're jumping
They're smiling
On the gra**