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The southern brass band played some songs on the hill

And the valley was filled with dancing goblins

So we looked to the heavens for some hope

But all we encountered was a parquet pope

All he wanted was a cracker

All we had was communion bread

All we wanted was a picture

But we left with the thoughts in our heads

A pair of lightening strikes in and out of sync

Prove something and nothing are closer than we think

With your rose colored glasses

And third eye view of another plane

Left you conjugating Spanish

With past, future and present all the same

Admire the vandalism on the walls of your brain

A mathematician’s chalkboard, equations of pain

Wolf-like love is barbarous

With strength and unknown source

Making paleontologists argue back and forth

Back and forth

Back and forth

Hours of sand fell to draw out the morals of fables

Only give the answer to the maidens of the sun

Carry your swords to protect from the hordes of hounds

With teeth of venom of the priest and the nun

Filled with conviction to manage the meaning of songs

Of the lonely that give terror to the young of heart

Cradled by willows that never learned to weep from the start

Your hair is a radiance, a lion’s mane, the sun

It dictates my circadian rhythms

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