Sins on his wild eyes
Possessed by sadness
Under the moon,
above the stage
Through place of vines and Witches
With his head full of wine jars
And His broken mouth
Drunk of weightless words
makes the smiling cheeks freeze
And King and Queens
Fools and Stupid
And Fools and stupid
Kings and Queen
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