She took him in several different ways simple confusion we all can understand
I wish you well with your spoils as I am well and take my toils
I asked her which sun she liked better, she shrugged, " I haven't seen enough to tell"
I am only a small fool that will never do anyone harm; I have no use for many things
A ruse of a muse on the ground floor where falling down is only a matter of height
Do you hear his song? No longer on paper listen it is the breeze
The amazement of resonance no one is taught that there is so much more than ever thought
Thought I knew where I was going and the wonders never care and paths never end
Smoke and the sun shines can you see it there as I say it here
And the road seems to forever be leading me to the end where I should be
Where I can no longer I myself to find ourselves alone and one
Standing upright the Extravagant Giant lost in this notion of time as confused as sustained
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