Logic Is a Steel Horse
Logic is a steel horse who never brays
And can tell you not of the days
You lie in wait and feel its cry
Of another century that you die
Lovers lick the silken threads
And care not if they’re live or dead
For they know that they will
Love again, in the meadow that never ends
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