Is it this? No.
Is it that? No.
Is it this? No.
Is it this? No.
Is it that? Yes.
I have a hat and I blow it up and then I go to the beach whereI sit with my pet horse and swim in a sea of broken dreams. Who has the hat?
Behind the green doors there are bottles but no cans and buttons but no buckles.
Alright, my line goes from my nose to the fire alarm.
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