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I opened a bookand a hand fell out.I turned a pageand heard a shout:'I'm lost in a wood;my mother's no good.'I couldn't bear to look
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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.
The seagulls think we live at the seaside:the tower blocks are their cliffs;they swoop for fish in the gutterbut are happy that it's last night's fried rice.
The space is a friend.I tell it what hurts.
I tell it why I'm not good.The space is a friend.I tell it the bother I'm in.It won't let me tell lies.
Tippy-tappyTippy-tappyTap, tap, tap.
Nippy-nappyNippy-nappyNap, nap, nap.
Stippy-steppyStippy-steppyStep, step, step.
fill them up with
see them on the
A mango met a mangoAnd they started to tangoIn the market not far from here.
Now we all do the tangoWhat a fandango!
In the market not far from here.
Words are presents
that we give to each other.
You to your sister,
me to my brother,
your friends to you,
you to your friends,
on and on and on,
In the beginning was the wordand the word is ours:
the names of places,the names of flowers,the name of names,words are ours.