held in palms stars; sweet n sour lemon drops,
juggling, flying, swimming and burning,
lie locked within that old crystalline cage
sweet n sour lemon drops; wear your wings
and fly to the stale skunked chamber
where spices lack flavor,
and tin models play silent trumpets,
to frozen dancing hypocrites...
time has ticked in subconscious vain
and words have flowed unheard, pictures unseen,
these eyes have gotten little inspired, a little tired,
to have witnessed the world that has misfired,
come flying oh sweet and sour lemon drops,
you'll know; you'll know....
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