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Bryan's Song Tell me Bryan, how much you know of secrets things from long ago of talisman and things that fly of promises from days gone by. Speak of that thing which once we knew spun webs of gold and etched diamonds blue, what gave human beings their breath of life, mated shaman on high with his one faithful wife. Talk of the one thing that we know to be, that sovereign element we flawfully see, the one that temps fervent selling of soul lest you know Hypnos’ bed in lone doltish woe. So tell me sire Bryan, from hence you once came Are there reams of stale wishes and desirous shame? And of that one thing would you give it all or succumb instead to the breathless fall? alone and down among the mortals the shopping malls and sororities and ribald institutions To know my face would reveal nothing true. We search them all before we are through. Breath deep we embrace to espy that one thing that gives to our words the song that they sing. what fills your lungs if it is not me? |
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