Run a silent path to nowhere, everything is all You could have a pleasant life if Summer had no Fall Treat yourself so gently though the task is often hard Man is not a God it seems, who holds the fin

Descends supine grace of the luminant. Attunes to access light of celestial form. Open the radiant sea-electric. Seen. Visitant guides and the breath cedes grant release. Hayya ala salah. From the mi

Natives wearing Turquoise and silver Dirty dogs barking in the distance Ooh, people of a thousand tongues I'm learnin' the primitive rights Doin' as the Romans do Mt. Kalais to Mt. Everest Then down