Ice King and His Sons
open your arms hug come saunter down the stairs under the rug there's a man with sunflowers for eyes sitting down with a cup of tea and a nice jacket and green tie. Showing me his assembly of glass eyes all with a different design. Doves and flowers and ingest the elephant man's apple pie.
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