294 (05.05.2015

It's a funny life we lead we three we
Do; travelling round the world in little vans.
And always moving on so none can see,
The gifts that we have hidden in our hands.
And when the stars go chasing in our place,
And when we run the river's length in mud
Then everyone will recognise the face
Although it may be hidden beneath blood.
So do not let the heart of man release
The inner animal that separates,
Us from the sacred and a world of peace
That man can have if he just concentrates.
So funny it is that the three of us,
Have so much left to do and to discuss.

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