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Thinking words we can only dream, you wrote a song with lyrics only I can see. Down down down below the ground don’t fall, don’t fail, beware; here comes hail. Remember, Caesar, thou art mortal as are we as am I but not as the wind. Immortal fleeting mayfly wind, dost thou even live? For moments, you mayfly dream deeper than I though I dream the wind, the words of the wind. Words behind a stone, under an earth, below thy dreams. Hail, hail, hail…pummel plummet purge point pendulum-pain-purple. Purple is the color of pain, of hearing no words, hear now words…they resonate below mayfly minds.
Remember Caesar, we are but mortal.

Summer of rosy red and emerald green carpets, hello again,
A season so gone, so long, so long. How, how, how to run away from neverland’s laugh? Peter Pan dances above dandelions are you in love? Firefly firelight around inside within spoken words, sand-sketched masterpieces splintered by swords of imaginary steel. We created a world, saw the earth, and re-met ourselves; what more…what more! What more? Diamond-eye stars meeting tree-finger branches, can you hear the laughter of deer? Dear, dear, deer. Tell a dream of Peter Pan’s laughter to the fairies on my ladder; what a pity, you don’t love anyone. So long, so long, so long.

I remember a carpet of emeralds growing
and the seasons of neverland’s knowing
painted rosy hues of ruby rust red