She gave me a fever, the chills.
She spoke of a melody
so sublime,
I could almost hear it.
She spoke of the 'pope', and
'The eternal sunshine;
of the spotless mind'
She spake in a tongue
I understood.
Alas, she was blind.
She made me sad
she made me yearn
I need her.
But, now she is gone.
Skipping over forbidding hills.
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Listening to 'Wasteland' - Institute
2 comments:
@ Astro-illogy : Ha ha ha ha ha!
:D
yeah, what can I say ?
This one time, I did NOT appreciate the irony in life.
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