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i have a sister i haven't always known she tells me things i haven't seen the kinds of vision appear in widescreen she says i am the dream where the buskers play sibelius and dance while singing shakespeare agonising over eliot when it's yeats they wanna hear who is your friend that looks so strange at me who is your friend that looks so strange? could get to feeling i am afraid of her but what's the use to me in being afraid big as a thumbnail as small as the moon within your eyeline paint your thumbnail, chew on the moon ignore the skyline 'til the buskers play sibelius and dance while singing shakespeare agonising over eliot when it's yeats they wanna hear who is your friend that looks so strange at me who is your friend that looks so strange i could get to feeling i'm afraid of her but what's the use to me in being afraid?