We feed upon the folly of others
And scatter as the waves in rapture
Musing at our own intellect
But we are as fickle as the fish that
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Sombre Silence
We feed upon the folly of others
And scatter as the waves in rapture
Musing at our own intellect
But we are as fickle as the fish that
Feed the soaring gulls
And we flail until we are no more
Beneath the rain and thunderous storms
And left forgotten