Fragile gods made from ephemera, paper,
It began when, as a child, you would lie in the grass
I pour the creamy, white liquid into the glass
Looking for love, or just a casual affair?
There are grapes that taste like cotton candy
Biding my time
We come from the unknown and we go on moving into the unknown
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Thanks to all – Brian.