the drastic cause
to walk the plank
the incentive to joke
the mourning after breakfast
taking the stage when all else faints
is this what it is to you?
is this what you asked for?
a parting gift from the gods
has left you grief-stricken and powerless
the trying ends
the crying mends
seals up tasteful thought
and unclogs a frightened day
whisked to the dungeon
surrounded by fire
you've become at ease here
you've surrendered your last song...
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I've said this before
I've made my way through the heavens
I've known more than one soul
And seen the flowers grow
I've settled in a place far from the tides
Climb the mountain, row your boat
Follow the horse, bathe in the stream
tend to the meadow, go past the charade
and the tasks...that's where you'll find me
And that's where I'll stay
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