10 February 2009
There are times when all the worlds asleep, The questions run too deep For such a simple man. Wont you please, please tell me what weve learned I know it sounds absurd But please tell me who I am.
Seven brides serve me seven sins Seven seas writhe for me From Orient gates to R’lyeh Abydos to Thessaly And Sirens sing from stern But now I cease to play For I yearn to return To woodland
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