A blazing twilight
Didn’t seem too real.
On a spaced out night
That’s how I feel
A violet aurora
That broke my heart
The end seems closer
Now that we’d depart
A woolgathering wanderer
That’s what I am
Constancy is all a sham
I’d sit in the field and tug at a root
Or fly off to some sandy beach
Watch the crackling wood let out soot
Or listen to the son of a man who used to preach.
A woolgathering wanderer that’s what I am
The hazy sun would be alright
Or the melting clouds, a breathtaking sight
For this wanderer for this woolgatherer
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