Verlaine's Lament Songtext

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Verlaine's Lament Songtext
Those millions of words at the start of the song
Like a passage through a mountain and oceans and fog
The feel of the ground in a town full of hearts
That are burning and eaten like lives through the passage of time

But it's not that the colors of heaven or hell
Could be drawn through the night of this song very well
But the wise ??? in the scariest shade
When it's empty and gnawed on, and colors are faded and gone
It's time for romance and it's probably gone
And I left the king lonely in spite of his song
That will carry me thousands of miles in a change of a chord
For the length of the note that is held very long

Fool in the street is the man who assumes
That finishing it is arriving too soon
And there's hundreds of hours and the life of the tune
And the words are all ringing and chiming and breathing

Here's to the painter who renders his thoughts so clear
Here's to the poet who perpetually holds back a tear
Here's to the sad silly music they constantly

Here's to the painter who renders his thoughts so clear
Here's to the poet who perpetually holds back a tear
Here's to the sad silly music they constantly hear
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