Cataclysmic if it were so They want it to be so To prove it is so All the young who love dancing Their long hair streaking Wildly searching faces Blind with the wish to see Senseles with the wish To feel themselves and the others
How simple
What you see
Words we've known Since babyhood
Is me
But how cataclysmic If it were so
They writhe their bodies Shut their blind eyes tight And make a closed circle By holding hands To keep out all
The old cold ones like us Who've never They think Confronted one another Comforted one another
This way the world gets on By dreaming What can't be possible Believing that it is Making it so
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