I am a grave poetic
That lays poetic
And to enhance my temperamentA little quiet begs.
We make the yolk philosophy,
True beauty the albumen.
And then gum on a shell of
To make the screed sound human.
I am a grave poetic
That lays poetic
And to enhance my temperamentA little quiet begs.
We make the yolk philosophy,
True beauty the albumen.
And then gum on a shell of
To make the screed sound human.