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I met a girl, one day or night who taught me how to live An empty truth, you may observe I hope you can forgive She spoke of something more to me, or so she did perceive As demons sneer at angel's wings when tripping on their sleeves "Where have you been tonight my dear, I trust you will not lie? Because lying is a bow my dear, I trust you cannot tie?" Lost. I had no argument. No angle could I find. No brilliant light bulbs brilliant light. No swift turn of the mind. But, amidst my overanxious thoughts, one detail sharply stood. Of all my prior misdirections, this one had to be good. "I've walked in halls of marbled stone and well carved wooden walls. I've talked of nations fighting wars, and when that they might fall" "I've conversed the winter weather wild, heard what spring may bring. I've bolstered men who'd have fallen down, sang with women who cannot sing". "And now you nag nag nag at me, when all I want is sleep! Why can't you leave me well alone, when towards my dreams I creep?" "Oh! Please do forgive me, My most almighty Tsar. But must One sleep with One's head, still resting on the bar?"
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Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 4:09 PM UTC
The Drunken Tsar
I met a girl, one day or night who taught me how to live An empty truth, you may observe I hope you can forgive She spoke of something more to me, or so she did perceive As demons sneer at angel's wings when tripping on their sleeves "Where have you been tonight my dear, I trust you will not lie? Because lying is a bow my dear, I trust you cannot tie?" Lost. I had no argument. No angle could I find. No brilliant light bulbs brilliant light. No swift turn of the mind. But, amidst my overanxious thoughts, one detail sharply stood. Of all my prior misdirections, this one had to be good. "I've walked in halls of marbled stone and well carved wooden walls. I've talked of nations fighting wars, and when that they might fall" "I've conversed the winter weather wild, heard what spring may bring. I've bolstered men who'd have fallen down, sang with women who cannot sing". "And now you nag nag nag at me, when all I want is sleep! Why can't you leave me well alone, when towards my dreams I creep?" "Oh! Please do forgive me, My most almighty Tsar. But must One sleep with One's head, still resting on the bar?"
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Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 4:09 PM UTC
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