The Angle of Reality
The angle of reality it performs.
In order that we see it's many forms.
The myriad of gentle notions rest.
Upon what nature considers the best.
There is the sour and there is the sweet.
There is the poor and there is the elite.
Then it's the Masters that will come along.
To change the world and brighten the song.
For it's the return of the Nature King,
For which the people will forever sing.
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