With their fresh green memory
They tell over and over again
The history of their love and clan
It fell like dew and salt on them:
Yet their listening ear failed to grab.
Lost into time with time
Into the deepest depths of the deep
Unspoken words are spoken
Long before they were spoken
From the dark corners of the mind
Where the eyes with aid can’t see
Can the blind see?
And how long this ugly rage of mine live
A giant gorilla each moment breeds
And if a genial sensation turn
Will it pierce and melt through
Even the darkest and iciest hearts of men?
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