Good. Then, now, we can build a castle. Across a crack, straddling the unknown. THE GREAT BELOW? Who knows. With streamers flying from our towers on the windy peak, and doors that go nowhere we'll be the most popular two kings. People will throw rice and barley. They'll toss coins and Well-to-do's. We'll be so happy. Oh, I just can't wait. We can smile on the courtyard. And pretend there’s nothing fake. Oh, JOY. But then the twats. The jocks and the goths. Will spill their truth. A secret between me an you. That it's all make believe. Society knocks on our door. Takes all we have. Refuses to leave. and then asks us for more.
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Across a crack, straddling the unknown.
THE GREAT BELOW?
Who knows.
With streamers flying from our towers on the windy peak, and doors that go nowhere we'll be the most popular two kings.
People will throw rice and barley.
They'll toss coins and Well-to-do's.
We'll be so happy.
Oh, I just can't wait.
We can smile on the courtyard.
And pretend there’s nothing fake.
Oh, JOY.
But then the twats.
The jocks and the goths.
Will spill their truth.
A secret between me an you.
That it's all make believe.
Society knocks on our door.
Takes all we have.
Refuses to leave.
and then asks us for more.
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