I, again to impart The laugh set out on the wind. To take the smile. To take the foolish heart.
Held, then left in dismay.A thought that seldom comes. Spoken, yet not a word to say.
With on the waters, then underneath, the rampade waves to flow. Power in, yet with disbelief.
Turning, in places we'd nrver know. The game is yet to ride. Another place to bet, another place to hide. Where the cool waters flow.
Phantoms, As spectors to keep the foolish heart entwind. No more and without, a soul left behind.
From where angels speak in a differant tongue. To ears that turn away. The word then sung. Yet what did they say?
Laughing along the Jester speaks only to hear himself. Nothing left for him to seek. He found his way back home.
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