Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Twice removed like a yell I shall sing
This eye for beauty is too much of a good thing
Know me, feel me, questions passed
Every face that I see an adrenaline mask
Don’t know why I’m here, just happy I am
But in searching for beauty, you’ll find a dam
Run by a lady, a lady so fine
Man how she turned those tur-turbines
But if she died, and die she might
A sea of pain, would flood my life

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