The chapter he'd never closed
The leaf he'd never turned over
The array of serrated spoken words
To the wilful disruption of his course
The leaf he'd never turned over
The array of serrated spoken words
To the wilful disruption of his course
The path he plumped for
After the tragic end to the one taken before
Was so eerily cheery
Which dazed him so
And made him go spiralling down in the same old mournful grave
How unfortunate could it get?
After the tragic end to the one taken before
Was so eerily cheery
Which dazed him so
And made him go spiralling down in the same old mournful grave
How unfortunate could it get?
To have been brought to this Elysian place
But to have lost the ability to appraise
The beauty in all its magnificence
Wasted unto someone so innocently oblivious!
But to have lost the ability to appraise
The beauty in all its magnificence
Wasted unto someone so innocently oblivious!
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