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The fabric of those words

Those tales spin like silk

You cut them short when you feel fit.

And add them on elsewhere.

Just one snip.

Ties cuts.

Bound by string.

As those tales grow

Sharp and quick and nimble

Your audience is starry-eyed

And you’ve fooled them all

Oh, you’ve fooled them all

With just one snip.

Ties cut.

Bound by string.