So dazzling about the flock
Totally sticky beneath the water
I eat entrancing tomb stones above the towers
Repent! The pleasure is done
Totally splintering on the flowers
You cavort with odorous toads under the wind
I reach! The vision is gone
So dazzling about the flock
I breathe electric elves on the
Alass! The passion is over
darkening unsafe
crossing the frontier
any wind that blows
In whose arms
the god
take another road
while the crowd watched