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Little Boy, Little Boy Walk through The Valley of Decay

Tread heavily on dead bleach-white grass over precipitous heaps of landfill where raccoons come to glutton without haste Kick away the sanguine cadavers casualties of great squirrel wars and peek through a parched fecal encrusted earth along the way

Little Girl, Little Girl on the mountain of tire rubber look up at pale-blue skies not a cloud in sight

Little Girl, Little Girl Do you see? A lone cloud has come to join us at the place where clouds come to die what a waste

Little Boy, Little Boy pull out your black umbrella for it is about to rain

Lone Cloud, Lone Cloud unload your burdens and relax for you have come to seek shelter and we are generous hosts

Little Boy, Little Boy unfold your black umbrella and skip in the buzzing rainfall of gay cloud-satiated flies

Little Girl, Little Girl scream your lungs out and cry for if you keep fighting, you might find that not all hope is gone

Little Boy, Little Boy a bright shade of valentine pink growing from the earth has caught your eye pluck it out for now is the time to defy

Little Boy, Little Boy climb the mountain of tire rubber keep climbing until you feel like you're going to die

Little Girl, Little Girl fear not today is a brand new day

Little Boy, Little Boy you are almost there keep climbing you might find that not all hope is gone

Little Boy, Little Boy meet Little Girl, Little Girl for she is the other half you have been seeking

Give her the oleander for now is the time to breath hope and life back to The Valley of Decay

For now this is the place where clouds come to defy