We've been up and down again.
Seeds all planted in the
rain.
Which of you can hope to
be.
One as beautiful as me.
Oh river.
I will paint it red again.
A hunter not some fisherman.
Though it hurts to understand.
I will teach you nothing
man.
This is all about feeling.
That your hand isn't all
so deal with it.
This is all about dealing.
With the facts about life
so feel it.
Land of the giants is over.
Past isn't yours to rake
over.
It isn't the same now.
You've got to figure it
out for yourself.
Do not wait to fall over.
This isn't all you get then
game over.
It isn't strange to stop
moving.
And if your sun stops revolving.
Feel it.
In the land of little men.
Mice have eaten all the
strings.
Daemons all we use the key.
To subjugate divinity.
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