Say that the sky has pimples
and that it's a bad day outside,
tell me the joke about the cat,
give me that medicine.
Tell me something stupid,
when the agony comes.
Don't put crowns on me,
because it makes me laugh,
my fever has risen somewhat,
I want a glass of cold water.
/>Talk to me about crocodiles,
about prophets and orgies,
open the window wide,
my saliva burns.
Don't be silent, I beg you,
that this death is in a hurry,
say that everyone is crazy,
it is already tickling me.

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