Now I know, he’s a seraph
In dreams- long ago,
Searching the way to home.
With beamy winks, the kin
Of which bird legs do fly
Watching greenie mount.
Now I know, he’s a sire
Of idols- bearing golden
Scions, of which I’m one.
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