lunes, 8 de agosto de 2011

mother in the sky with diamonds (a source of innocent merriment)

she waits for all men born
last night and every night
and i awoke and found me here on the cold hill's side
the snows are melted, the snows are gone
all this and heaven too

her smoke rose up forever
with delicate mad hands
and i have come upon this place by lost ways
we who stole the dream

your faces, o my sisters! your faces filled of light!
backward, turn backward
come live with me
love is the plan the plan is death
and so on, and so on

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