If truth were only simple
we could have warmed our love
flip-in tropic Capricorn
like a miller and his tail
Tell me of the muddle
that middles you and me
tell me of the rudder
that riddles sailing souls
like the monkey's hinder part
caught in a grinding wheel
no so long now my love
before both of us can feel
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