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Here's my hat.It holds my head,The thoughts I've hadand the things I've read.
In the line you hear a chatter.Up and down a clatter, clatter.Noisy schoolgirls scream and shout,pushing in and pushing out.
Hand on the bridgefeel the rhythm of the train.
Hand on the windowfeel the rhythm of the rain.
Hand on your throatfeel the rhythm of your talk.
Don't be dim! teased the lamp.I can keep the dark away.My 60 watt bulb's not afraid.You'll see – I'll make your day.