modifié par The Listener (16. Novembre 2004, 01:07:19)
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Smile your little smile ~ take some tea with me awhile.
Brush away that black cloud from your shoulder.
Twintch your whiskers. Feel that you're really real.
Another tea-time ~ another day older.
Puff warm breath on your tiny hands.
You wish you were a man
who every day can turn another page.
Behind your glass you sit and look
at my ever-open book ~
One Brown Mouse sitting in a cage.
Do you wonder if I really care for you ~
Am I just the company you keep ~
Which one of us exercises on the old treadmill ~
Who hides his head, pretending to sleep?
Smile your little smile ~ take some tea with me awhile
And every day we'll turn another page.
Behind our glass we'll sit and look
at our ever-open book ~
One Brown Mouse sitting in a cage.