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Lonely the roses of Avondaire / |
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sing as though somebody still may care. |
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They live only for the dream of living / |
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so come follow where / |
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they will take you there. |
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I once was apprenticed / |
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to a man who was living |
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in the eye if the hurricane / |
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to know despair, |
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He knew all the dreams by heart / |
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just like sailing in a boat of crystal silence / |
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seeing visions / |
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of the world / of life within a life. |
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In a turning / |
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like a burning / |
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came turning / |
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out of everything stirring / |
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and what had begun before |
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but all wrapped up / |
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in one great godly becoming - |
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Tumbling / |
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and fumbling / |
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and stumbling |
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into bumbling / |
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and rumbling along - |
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whirling it / |
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and swirling it / |
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and twirling it / |
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and hurling it / |
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and overturning it / |
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and burning it again. |
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I shared a whirling dervish out on the side of a hill called metaphore vivace |
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swinging en route to a nascent solar / |
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with the scissored visored blizzard |
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wizard / |
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gizzarding planets and secrets within / |
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like an avatar. |
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While meanwhile / |
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in turnstyling / |
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and spinning over him |
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spells bespeaking kingdoms in the dark |
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calling me to yield / |
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knighting me in a field / |
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covered with armies |
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and with princes. All were signing / |
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cannons shining / |
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pennants flying. |
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And when he spoke to me he sang / |
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and his words really rang - |
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this child of the knowledge of the beauty of the night - |
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he sang to me of masters passing on / |
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of father after father after father |
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climbing up into the lotus bloom / |
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upon the tortoise's back |
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and of grandfathers / |
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who danced through their living a longer time ago. |
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He showed me a palace in time / |
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in which all the talismans |
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from all the zeuses / |
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swing upon a pendulum of secrets |
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in a circle that remembers / |
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and when asked a question will surrender |
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every secret key to every hero's message / |
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given to every heart in time |
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but only known to but a few /or so it seems. |
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When I asked of them / |
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what shall I do / |
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to see the god? |
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They only said / |
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the goldenrod / |
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which grows inside of |
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every secret dream you dream / |
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while waiting for the god - |
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it-s a symbol from the man in the fire. |
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ling you the thing you desire |
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is a garment that covers the riddle of everything secretly wished for |
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and of the world of which you are an inheritor. |
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Suddenly the chamber was flooded with light / |
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hurling me skyward like a meteorite/ |
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When I fell to earth / |
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I saw everything in a blur. |
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I saw that time was accelerating in a curve |
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and the palace in which I had stood / |
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it was flowing, like lava, on acres of |
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woodland |
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like a pompei-an mountain volcano / |
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making archipelago |
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and destroying the planet / at fortissimo |
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bulldozing everything down / |
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to make room for what |
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was a byzantine / |
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a labarynthine / |
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knotty mess of |
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manifolding passageways / |
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a tangle of confusion / |
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where the walls made / |
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an asylum of baroque. |
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Like a joke / words were spoken |
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to provoke me / and to toss me |
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nude and empty / to the sea. |
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But I would have none of it. |
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I simply turned my back and walked out/ |
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of the dreamscape/ |
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into landscape / |
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like a bedroom / where I heard that |
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Lonely the roses of solitaire / |
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sing as though somebody still may care. |
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They live only for the dream of living / |
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so come follow where they will take |
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you there. |
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Stay awake - no mistake - dance the dream awake - and awake." |
