| When I gaze into the sun; |
| the fires burn my eyes
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| There I gaze into enlightenment;
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| There I see the serpent rise
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| When I gaze into the moonshine; |
| so translucent so serene
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| I behold the rise of madness;
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| And attest to drunken dreams
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| When I gaze into the future; |
| it is ruin that I see
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| There is absinthe in my chalice
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| Sweet sobriety set free
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| When I gaze into the orifice; |
| of my lover’s nest exposed
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| I behold the cleft of Venus
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| In the heart of raven hose
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| When I gaze into the present; |
| implications burn my eyes
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| There I see the death of nature
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| There I see the world’s demise
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| When I gaze into the past; |
| there are brown shirts that I see
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| They are marching forth for Caesar
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| They are marching forth for me
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| When I gaze into the heavens; |
| I see angels falling down
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| Seeking refuge in the sunshine
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| Crushing gently to the ground
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| When I gaze into the gardens, of creation unrevealed
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| I behold the corps of Adam
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| Killed by reasoning of Eve |