I remember the wine and your tomes of wonder but no nursery rhyme in the book of hunger And as you clung to a twine in your final slumber I said: this leads to a kite up in the wild blue yonder
Follow the moon wind in the willows in the hollow coriander clouds dance in the mist across the asylum where the sirens echo in the snow beyond the afterglow
you must you must believe in magic
And we danced in the hall on Madeleine crumbles through Joyce's The Dead and The Lass of Aughrim A Sea Spell in the dark for the late Rosetti you were alive as a lark with a thorn of black confetti in your eye
Follow the moon wind in the willows in the hollow coriander clouds dance in the mist across the asylum where the sirens echoed in the snow beyond the afterglow
you must you must believe in magic
Follow the moon wind in the willows in the hollow coriander clouds dance in the mist across the asylum where the sirens echoed in the snow beyond the afterglow
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