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Rh They are up above the clouds.

Give me a penny, give me a penny.

(singing) 'I'll find your wits again,

Come, for I saw them roll,

To where old badger mumbles

In the black hole.'

(singing) 'No, but an angel stole them

The night that you were born,

And now they are but a rag,

On the moon's horn.'

Be silent.

Can you not see that he is troubled? Rh