time's a wasting through the seams an'
three's to gleam the sun beam dan
ce the trees of tilling through farming into a blackedout dream as of yesterday
as of yesterday and today why not anyway not not now
destroy and feast on the gardens expensive flowers grown soil
grow me up seed me down this town's going down
fire on the trees fire on the salt the fields salt the fields and push down and explode like
there's still a hope to look forward how dost you go
words inspiring ha to the yes through the Dance of the Swan rose queen and it disturbs me
a little
this feeds this dance this crow's dance goes a little like this.