Beauty is fleeting and mine just slipped away
For the bent babel tower lured me astray
From ice cream laughter and sweet lullaby love
To pining for the never-had and self-conscious shove.
Pint of pine tree vacations and baby bear coves
For sweet temptations of burning evergreen incense rub.
Today is the daynow I see it all clear: my hanging flower bird bath
Is full of damned persons' tears. But put pretty words together
Watch how they steer cause I don't need rhyme or reason
For beauty: just try dear, be sincere.
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