Both lion-hunter and big-game We sit and poke the fire The smoke conceals all trace of shame A frown conceals desire What monsters here? Just youthful fears What passion’s here beneath open skies Fear will help disguise This is our dance…
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Who bangs the gavel on your dreams? Who picks the pocket of it's seams? Who pays the piper, the drummer, the mover, the shaker The butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker? Who goes to market with nothing but beans?…
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