The Island Is the Green House
The island is the green house
Where Wormwood rises above the daybreak
And yeah, he's pretty lonely,
With the world's tears bubbling over
On the counter, in a rhombus-shaped kia tub
Made from kia rocks found and bound
Along the shoals of the island,
Which is the ocean, which is the clouds,
Which is the green house of Mr. Wormwood.
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