Some of mine and some from you
who knew this was what we'd do?
where did we come from? where will it go?
I do not know...
and yet I was there on that road.
We walked together and we sewed
the threads of fate made out of gold
And mythic purple blue.
So many questions spring to mind
So many crumbs for birds to find
Only slowly can I see
My mind creaks open, grudgingly
A ghost ship sailing o're the Oceans
Bringing eggs, fires, tea and potions
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I do not know the tales he tells
My head is full of tiny bells
That ring and ring and signal treasure
Handed out in no mean measure
I turn the stories round and round
Faberge's creation to be found.
Worlds of dream catch my attention
What is real? Of what make mention?
This line is too funny