The day has come From autumn to come When the leaves come Down and crunch Beneath my feet. Now the day has come For winder to come When the snow comes Down and smushes Beneath my feet.
She looks further than The eye can see He sinks Lower than the ground She dreams When she’s awake He laughs As the sadist time She loves In her time of hatred He counts Higher than the last number She jumps Higher than the sky He lives Longer than life.
Bustling people in that white house of stone
Bustling people in that white house of stone Talking; From their mouths fly mandates Like those from the oligarchs of old And each word they say, Each utterance, Just a few vocal noises that Cause the would to Change.
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