The crippled man is speaking "I have suffered enough For not following you, have I not?" Listen to the narrowing sound The lower waves there, and hollow thorns I'll walk a little under that light In Salvat (give it a thought or two) Give a thought or two to compulsion Wonderful's not the same in those liquids Near the spirit's edge
To say something wise about loneliness, Or something wise about the human mind
Honey will end the loss of routine Waltzing with a girl whose name is White Flower Thank God all are reminding each other But hearts do come out of chests
"Yes, we were in the park Under an almost autumnal rain, I tried to act like a gentleman With the umbrella; Offering my soul to Set"
"The old language isn't enough, I finally managed to lit my heart With the ageless flame” If you're willing to stay Make sure it isn't hard to breathe It'll be just fine, verily