I stand before the hall of the sage
Waiting for this subtle coming of age But I can't walk inside the door of this For the passage spoken of does not exist I run down the aisle with ivory column They're stolen from you and I by that golem We can't find him in the abyss I ask from you to provide him liss And your thievery is not a sin We all must give our wages to win I climb the stair in search of higher ground But the plane I find is not much profound While the grown ones cry and work and toil I see none of us has grown at all For all the coming of age we surely have missed I can see clearly now it does not exist ... For the passage spoken of does not exist. Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard
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September 2016
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