There's a voice, in the deep
There's a voice, in my sleep
Whispers of doubt
Whispers and shouts
Shadows of night
Charlatan light
Silent, silence, sanguine, salience
There's no word, for what it's worth
There's a girl, for once in my world
Such a sight, heart of light
Hyacinth girl, smile and twirl
Nothing in my head, neither living nor dead
Wet hair hanging down, angel without a crown
I sat down beside
She picked a flower, and in offering, said
I don't know just where you been
But now that you're here, you're forgiven
Not, not a thing could I say to her
The love in her heart did swallow me whole
And now all I see are hyacinths
Hyacinths, hyacinths, a higher sense, than innocence
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