Dance, dance, dance, shattered windows !
Nothing to see in a field of lemons.
We walk from rock to rock, and what happens ?
The rocks sing to your souls.
The forest might welcome travellers of the land
But not the writers' souls
And when the titans of the world came
Nothing was left in your mind of gold
Dance, dance, run, open boats !
The sea is not a place for lemons.
But who wished to come there anyway,
Waiting for leviathans to catch their gold ?
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