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the music was
and the earth and the
moon and the stars
'twas long before
those days of yore
with the girls and the
tits and the bars
And from that thirst
I planted thus
my roots in that
safe warm place
a cool vast sea
surrounds and nurtures me
in that time of
self and play
But it was not long
in my short song
before I'd hear
those fateful words
I am thirsty
The others in the sea
eventually
made me see where
the waters run dry
and though I'd wept before
when the sea held me
only now did I see
what it was to cry
The others and I
took it all in stride
we were here to
save the world
there was no ailment
we could not prescribe
and so we set out
flag unfurled
we journeyed wide
we journeyed far
and, oh yes, the girls, and the
tits, and the bars
Yet we were thirsty
We left our homes
intrepidly
that cold and
dried up sea
and though our thirst
had not quenched
we knew all the
reasons that be
but through the battles
we had waged
and the dragons
we had slain
our prescriptions failed
my friends were felled
my trinkets proved
quite plain
Alone again
but far from home
I could not
save the world
And still I was thirsty
My cup run dry
no tears to cry
exhausted of
reasons why
but then I see
the earth speak to me
and the sun and the
moon and the sky
Over there
behind that flag
there seems to
be a trail
my answers gone
but if I could bring
myself along
to see
if maybe be
something for me
no not me but
perhaps the sea
It is thirsty
The path is dark
not clear to see
but well worn and
old it seems
and as I go
I gather fruits
that fill and
nourish me
Then I come
eventually
to a place I've
never been
still far to go
but waters flow!
enough for the
others in the sea
I fill my cup
what little I may
and turn toward
that place I'd spurned
For they are thirsty
Running now
incessantly
with my little
cup I'm free
returning home
to share good news
to the thirsty
in the sea
A new crop has sprung
a new group has come
from that warm
safe place to cry
one by one
I go to them
to quench them
or to try
but they turn away
no time to drink
though even
they lament
We are thirsty
Yet there is no ailment
they cannot prescribe
no dragon
they cannot slay
their trinkets shine
much more than thine
and must surely
light their way
And then I see
that they nor me
could ever
fill the sea
for crying is
and will always be
it's wellspring
by necessity
But still I wonder
what lie down
the remainder of
that path?
its waters glisten
if I will listen
not blinded by
what I hath
Though each must
find their path
to extinguish that
harsh thirst
my tongue is wet
though look forward yet
to that music
I heard first
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