Droplets of evening in the sky
moon of liquid grace and light
musicology fingers sweet Maitai
love flows slowly into night
love, Pixie
Droplets of evening in the sky
moon of liquid grace and light
musicology fingers sweet Maitai
love flows slowly, into night
Pixie
Harps play of their own accord.
The harpists sit serenly bored.
Guitars gently weep.
The guitarists have all fallen asleep.
Drums boom out in the silence.
Snare and bass burst in violence.
Sing out loud with all your might.
And incite all you meet to fight.
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