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Lonely the roses of Avondaire sing as though somebody still may care.They live only for the dream of living so come follow where they will take you there.I once was apprenticed to a man who was livingIn the eye if the hurricane to know despair,He knew all the dreams by heart just like sailing in a boat ofcrystal silence seeing visions of the world of life within a life.In a turning like a burning came turning Out of everything stirring and what had begun beforeBut all wrapped up in one great godly becoming -Tumbling and fumbling and stumblingInto bumbling and rumbling along -Whirling it and swirling it and twirling it and hurling it And overturning it and burning it again.I shared a whirling dervish out on the side of a hill called metaphor vivaceSwinging en route to a nascent solar with the scissored visored blizzard wizard Gizzarding planets and secrets within like an avatar.While meanwhile in turn styling and spinning over himSpells bespeaking kingdoms in the darkSongtexteCalling me to yield knighting me in a field covered with armiesAnd with princes. All were signing cannons shining pennants flying.And when he spoke to me he sang and his words really rang -This child of the knowledge of the beauty of the night -He sang to me of masters passing on of father after father after fatherClimbing up into the lotus bloom upon the tortoise's backAnd of grandfathers who danced through their living a longer time ago.He showed me a palace in time in which all the talismansFrom all the zeuses swing upon a pendulum of secretsIn a circle that remembers and when asked a question will surren Aus Songtexte Mania