I tried to chop the sea in two,
a half for me a half for you,
but by the time I’d cut it so
I felt so sad, my tears would flow.
That’s why the sea (as you can see)
is not in two but now in three.
I know, I know – it’s nonsense. Impossible nonsense. Try writing some yourself – pour the sun in a cup and fill it right up – hide a day inside night well out of sight.
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