歌词
As this path was never meant to be trodden by man
These flowers have been nurtured for none's eyes
These pebbles have never been washed ashore
These inner organs have never been exposed to light
Hyperion and
Mimas orbit for the pleasure of none
The marmot whistles for none's ear
The acrobat performs in his invisible-suit and mind's eye has never met anyone's glance
None has tore off the moss to see what crawls underneath
Or lifted the veil drained the pools dissolved the bloodstains
None has unriddled my
Archaic smile
Or turned the russet key in my feeble lock
But someone might have been scratched by the claws and impaled on the spears and pierced by the thorns and the needles and the stings
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