O Willard I pray thee.
For don’t let my slumber be cursed with the Curse of Ham again.
Blackness of sleep is not what I want.
Colorful visions of the night shall come.
Black, blue, green, purple, red; for that is what I want.
Reveal unto me your history.
And let my people see your noctilucence.
These things I say in the name of Pentameonus, thou ascendeth!
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Sounds like the G-String song to me.
Red ones blue ones purple ones and green,
All I want to do is see the G-string!
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