And

 

And, and, and if I could shave light from day
And Hold the black of night down, till I thought I’m free

Then what fun it would be
To mix light with dark and be
So far away
That when they clashed they would scream
What bastard did this
Did this to me?

So silly folks, and fools too
Grit your teeth
Hold your breath, cold
Snort you displeasure
To an evening’s rest

Time is a state of mind
It’s just that mine
Has lost its mind

So peace be with you, and with me
My time comes
Of fancy free
Fancy. …free

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