3 part fugueLine 1: Voice 1: I was a man who grew bugs in his bed. Line 2: Voice 1: A spider-web upon my head, Voice 2: There once was a man who grew bugs in his head, Line 3: Voice 1: In solemn nights of Autumn, the moon would shed, Voice 2: Dirty were his coffee mugs, his hair was a mess. Voice 3: I used to love a man who grew bugs in his bed, Line 4:3 part fugue
Voice 1: Its grace on our sleepless wonder, we'd rest. Voice 2: The brightest light would not illuminate his lonely dreams. Voice 3: I would clean out his coffee mugs and worship his head. Line 5: Voice 1: Piercing my bed
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