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When the bees and birds
Are falling out‘ the sky
When death is stranding
At your lovely holiday isle
When lilacs and orchids
Loose their fervent smell
When your favourite food
Rotts beneath the plastic shell
You can call me Ishmael
The aliens in your dreams
Become reality
Watch out
For the black suits showing up at midnight
October 30, 1938 was the day they arrived
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