You’ll never write it,
Because it was but you are
It came and went, like the rain,
It was no more, but still is
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As the rush of the western tempest,
Ceases the isle into a furious dream
My silver-eyed queen departs afar,
On some expedition to meet the Gods
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Oh, I’ve been telling you lies and dying,
To the opinion that God has held
I seem to keep rambling about the time,
That we died, to that colorful dream
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In rum the hiccups brew and dash,
A solitary sweet confinement
An oriental swing of burp and blue,
An ounce of contentment
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I see tenderness in more than one side,
Perhaps in the other that exposes masculinity
Where forth from did the law spurn?
From which urn of envy and despise
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Sometimes it feels like,
There's no understanding
Like the drunk old lord above,
The world staggers fast
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Would you say I'm dreaming?
If I told you man can fly
But what if only he tried,
With a heart that told no lie
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The Governor Of Change
The winds have told us tales a plenty,
Tales that entertain and tales mythical!
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So the scientist dipped his hands in water,
And proposed his perception in a long equation
And then he laid his hands on steel,
And built 'the new machine', that rare occasion
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Sweet darling look, I’ve disappeared for an unknown reason
Oh, it came at autumn that dreadful news of a fading life
Come on darling, I’ve been walking slow; through my countless graves,
Still dropping seeds of conspiracy in the halls of the Earth
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