There came angels and dreams
As a child innocent from worldly pollution
A time when the mind retained free of constipation
Nevertheless the meridian of these words
I pray for you and for me
Picasso said 'If only we could pull out our brain
And use only our eyes'
Doubtless you know most of thy pain
Is devised by our own fractured designs
Whether anyone contrives the optimum of these words
I pray for you and for me
I stood a time ago on the zenith of my dreams
Fearless and bold, not bothered by the malignant world
I wonder now that the years have withered me
'Where have you gone to? ', I hear myself call
Even if it matters not any these words
I pray for you and for me
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