To magnificence of such degree
Something a painter would have drawn
If that painter knew what I see
Every night in my dreams
The blackest bits of all my soul
Mixed up in garbage bags and thrown
Out to the streets hidden from lights
Some angels must close by have been
Who molded them to something spry
And had them twisted totally
Tweaked tumbled transmogrified
And had them laid above your eyes
I saw them once am hypnotized
I hope I get a chance to swim
And good in that fur paradise
Like Beowulf, Byron and my name
Writ in the same breath when I say
I will and do for I've known now
The magic of perfect eyebrows
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