Women are so estranged to shades of reality, so strange so strange Men allude their ugly words and turn the ignorant insane, insane insane Blinding treasures lure ones to the extinct bliss Climb into the blue garden and find another kiss Crippling hope exile souls into melancholy purlieu Guided by internal illusions awaiting is virtue Echoes from the abyss dripping is some gloom On the hour I wish for the prettiest bloom The path viewed so radiant but the Shepard left too soon Too soon too soon..