He has come! He has come!
The sun has begun!
The shining has won!
The world has rung!
And rung,
and rung,
like a telephone hung,
and you think they're stalking us
and it rained and rained
and we shamed and shamed,
but she won.
She won.
She rode her bike and had fun.
While we all shamed and fell and had run.
We were done.
We were done.
We were done.
1971.
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