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Could give wisdom to the bluntBut I doubt they would be gratefulOne wish, a breeze to blow over the shelves and piles of souvenirsIf only they would come to seeKnowing ages pass before a treeWill spoil us with complexityThey'd be worth a hall of memoriesBut it's fools I deal with day and nightFools that only come for short insightThough all of past hence waitsIn sanctity's sweet embrace.Hear my song of reverenceTo the precious gifts that countenanceTo clamber high and dig so deepAnd seek what everyone should seek. It's him again - the sullen - With eyes in envy's mist and woeOut for refuge in a glimpse of blissA short delusionA frenzy grasp at nothingnessA frenzy grasp at nothingness.Echoes pound so loud in meVoices longing for tranquilityA course is set for stormy seasLeading through the hall of memoriesBut it's fools I deal with day and nightFools that only come for short insightThough all of past hence waitsIn sanctity's sweet embrace.I could bend the genius' courseCould give wisdom to the blunt But I doubt they would be grateful
Disillusion The Porter - A Lament
