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Some cat gives

A bone to the dog

Which is not a dog

But a firefly

Schroedinger and his cat

Are always in mind

When the text is talking

With only just a sound

Echo is my name

The time of a reflection

Glare of a glimpse

All along the mirror's edge

Whose blind can see

The smell of transparency

The flavour of translucency

In the limpidity of the night

Emerald is just the fruit

Of a midnight painting

A rollercoaster ride

On an endless plain

In a rainy mood

Fountains of napalm

Are throwing fireworks play

Like bricks of perfume

Once upside down
 Inside out is so obvious
That a whole can always be
More than itself

Worms from the sleeve
Are all chrysalis
Mute signs like velvet frowns
On a purple sea

And nothing's ever worn
With a brand new world
Coming from down under
At every breath of the day

There's always a crook
Behind every word
Considered as a hook
Nothing less than a world

How can a cat be a dog
That's the reason why
There's no more weight
On the shoulders of the warrior

What's behind language
When there's nothing
Out of the script
Of polysemous seeds

There's always a cat

Behind the cat

Dancing barefoot

Over the silver rain

There's always a cat

Coud have been a mouse

It rocks anyway

Like a rolling stone indeed

There's always a cat

Chasing shadows

Until a moon missile

Gives him the key to electricity