 Someone said to someone else, and that someone said to yet another someone. Someone said to someone else, and that someone said to yet another someone, and so it went from one someone to the next, and to the last someone said to the first someone, hey he says, hey yourself says the other, hey he says, a moth laid its eggs in my armpit, and then it died. He didn't have time to say as he hung up the phone and left them all hanging high. This is 7,000 lines long. It's the new Taiwan national anthem. Kiss me darling, kiss me darling, for I love you. Kiss me darling, kiss me darling, for I love you. Roses blossom in the spring, promising us everything. Wishes ripen. The drood of night has perished to the water, and barred every night in the switch-reguler, of which there to engender is the door. One separer's ache with his sway to breathe, in spirit half in every halt and haith, the tender cross, and the youngest on the half of the round, his howl of course the only. And small birds and small floors, ma and meldy, that sleep it all the night with open ears, so prick of hands that you are in here for arches, done long and folk to go down pilgrim arches, and powders to second scroungers, scroungers, and fair and howlers, coathed in sundry lawns, and specially in every shears and in hangalong, to countervary they went, the holy blissful water for the sake, when them had come, one that they were sake. And the sake of the green, the bechalach, the red pomegranates, the fissalach, the beckons, their to dance, the bechalach, the red pomegranates, the fissalach, the beckons, their to dance. They did not go, they still jumped, they did not go, they still sang. Freyland, where I have become, where my cousin has become, I am close to my next door. I will fight until the end, to make me a Freyland. You will speak French, me, I shall speak English. That is to say, when we speak, we speak English. Because here, we are all at home. He who has ears, should hear, I will do plenty. Before you hear, say hi, I will do it completely. I do not understand your nonsense, to cut people, to cut people. On the way, meet the red pomegranates, on the way, meet four young boys, four young boys. The first, a little myth, the red pomegranates, the first a little myth, the embrace on the chin, the embrace on the chin, the second a little massag, the second a little massage, the ham on the chin, the ham on the chin, the third hand, a massage the red pomegranates, The third one, like the sage, Releva son blanche-pon. Releva son blanche-pon. Je t'ai mettant, entre le feu de Brujegand. Ay, marique, marique, entre le feu de Brujegand. Son de l'ifte, va de l'ifte. Va être bien, je t'en vais. Son de l'ifte, va de l'ifte. Vente, c'est de grace, c'est. Son de l'ifte, va de l'ifte. Leit het licht, het donkere licht, en schoort het sand. Ober mijn land, mijn platte land, mijn vlanderen land. O dos claros serenos, si de dulce mirar sois aralados, porque si ni miráis, miráis aerados. Si cuando mas piadosos, mas dulces parecéis, aquel que os mira, no me miréis con ira, porque no parezcais menos rabiosos. Ay, tormento rabiosos. Os claros serenos, ya que así me miráis, miradme al menos.