Amuse a Muse.Somewhere between the dream world and the physical
ideas rush out in a flooding pace
So strongly that often it is hard to keep up.
Being creative in a repetitious realm has a struggle
But when the far out become obtainable
It's time for no time and to flow outward.
The peasant wants to live
the pleasantness within
For when you don't cross your fingers
or fear the breath of every stranger
Bring out the healers.
For every penny ever spent
Our life force gets more bent
Bring out the healers
Bring out the healers
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