On the thirty-first day of the summer moon In the marketplace Somebody touched my hand and said I was a woman of taste Then with a flutter of wings Amid the clutter of things I saw the Venusian Diamond through a sea of grace
It said, 'Lay all of your money down And I will be your own Do it if you can If you don't, you better leave it alone' Then there appeared a serpent hanging Like a thunder rope He said, 'Pull me'--I did And fell into the wrong end of a telescope So I began to run I knew not to where I'd come I could hear the Venusian Diamond and it Gave me hope It said, 'Shatter all your images And I will be your own Do it if you can If you don't, you better leave it alone' Selves Selfish Selfless SelfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
