On the stool again
A fool again
A sincere hooligan
Love has gripped me,
Listless from the lists
That I have made from
The songs I have sung,
To fall again,
To love the things you have
Made for me to love,
To feel the pleasure of
Holy treasure,
It’s a sour thing to hate
Everything, for man is naked
Man is ashamed of this pleasure
Thing, the scars of those basement
Days, of the Star Wars things,
The memory of all that has been
Replaced by truth is the only
Proof of a changed life,
The proof of love is the
Only evidence of faith,
So fall again,
Into those arms again,
In that autumn wind,
I have no seasons in the light,
Or at night,
Fall again

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