So the prodigal one once again
Walks upon the moonlight
Echoes the days of conclusions
Wisp away in the wind
It’s been years, man, and years
Are you to interrupt anothers visions?
After all, weren’t you the master of illusion?
Allowing another to hear your songs
They think it to be self-pity
Or inflicted pain
So sad they don’t understand
The clown could not get any sadder.
Dennis
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