Sylvia, what will we do
Here we are we're waiting for you
Who will light the way from where where we stand
The darkness plays a golden hand
You fed us all with rotten pears
But I don't care
Sylvia, you're such a gas
Your time has come and now must pass
Who will light the way from where where we stand
The darkness plays a golden hand
You fed us all with rotten pears
But I don't care
Sylvia, what will you do
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