Авторы: Robert Pollard
Meet me at the market Where you bought me out Closely examine The contact point of the opposing rams Now we are playing optical hopscotch Now we are over here Sketching the field of the spies Front me a coroner's allotment I'll not fail to return An exact Earth pinprick Now we are engaged in optical hopscotch What's left of our vision? Our swimming vision? Of what division? Look!