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On winter nights the mermaid sings
I was made for better things
Better things, dearie, better things

In early spring the ghost princess
Goes haunting in her pretty dress
Pretty dress, your majesty, pretty dress

And I have heard the singing of real birds
Not those absurd birds that simply everybody's heard
Real birds

In summer when the moon is full
The wolf boy is adorable
Adorable, you're adorable

I have observed the winging of real birds
Not those reserved birds that simply everyone's observed
Real birds