Let the sunshine rain
And shower my drenched spirits
The only time I speak
Is when no one is around to hear it
Oh Korea
The key holder of my chains
The giver of freedom
The womb of life
Close your eyes and the world walks past.
Open them; and you wouldn’t believe what you could see…
Like those squirming psychedelically-floral hamsters
Who’s feet are jitterbugging up the chequered wall.
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