Formed from the daydreams of God
The world is a rumor
Formed from the daydreams of God
He sleeps on a sea of milk
While sad-eyed men in rowboats
Cast their nets
For the great fish of life
And then distracted by mirrors
They are silk-screened into time
The world is a rumor
The sirens sing on the waters
While old men seek the sunlight
To warm their bodies as they die
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