And it snuck on up and dived, Beneath the heap of, those sycophantic lies, to all the people. The black lawn and the stars, above the steeple. Will run away and hide, without upheaval. Those lessons can’t deny, where thoughts and dreams go. Derision and desire, has made them evil. Your questions that were lined, with sound demeanor Would crack up on return, to talk to people.
sing it, love it, break them but don’t throw it. feel it, prelude, alors, la fin!