old Herr Bibliothekarius,
my dear friend he was,
where is he now?
All Cent Susan Circus Know:
"you, Herr Bibliothekarius,
are Herr Bibliothekarius,
none but Herr Bibliothekarius,
as you've always been, here, Herr
Bibliothekarius, Herr Bibliothekarius,
why you ask me for your dear friend?"
Herr Bibliothekarius shall
perfect us all, his houses
are very clean / here
the grass grows a lot
and too much dust
the dust is unsheathed
our soliloquies like dust
All Cent Susan Circus Know:
"your dust pastured, then, to plaything height?"
away, All Cent Susan Circus Know,
away, but come home with your head
tell any captors to untie you while you're still warm
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