Welcome all you merry Marys from the rain

Your fairy's staring at the prairies on the plain

With a sentimental shine

You leave it all behind



Welcome all you clever clowns form the drown

Your angel dangles at an angle going down

Where everything goes round and round

End up on the ground

So lay down, breathe, don't leave

You're casting shadows in an eerie well

But there's no reason to complain

You're riding on the train to the

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So lay down, breathe,

patiently you'll be cast into an endless summer day

Sit, be still, revealed as a willow watcher in the bay,

The wind will blow, Van Gogh

captures souls with a hand that is bleeding on the page

So you'll spin, begin, pretend that soon

that you'll be carried away on the

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