So then now bring out the senses
You can fool yourself sure enough
Not through light you thought
Thoughts run out
Drunk on them myself
Just a few drops of pure reason
You would seem enlightened
As the walls grow round
As vines creep upon them.
You can fool yourself sure enough
Not through light you thought
Thoughts run out
Drunk on them myself
Just a few drops of pure reason
You would seem enlightened
As the walls grow round
As vines creep upon them.
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