Soft, the winds of March are changing.
Calling all cars and boats and angels too, of course.
Nothing can stop us now.
Do you know the way?
Crazy the way the paint is going down the page like that.
The music makes the difference.
If it goes, then it shall be gone.
The everywhere is saying things again.
Sure, it sings a song.
It wont be long before the Christmas Elf is making pies, late at night, and you might think it's mice being busy at the thing.
Uh oh - I need to use the toilet.
The first thing that the sink does is remember what you do.
What you look like is partly up to you.
Cheerio, the phases of the moon can keep you young, if you know the recipe.
Whatever anybody says about America, and what its main concern might be, you must remember that they mean the opposite, just as much as not.
OK, you are forgiven.
The distribution well has trouble trying to be only what it thinks it ought to be, which is to say a channel.
Don't go that far away.
What if it 'is' all about you?
Start your superstitions now please.
On your marks, get set, go now and annoy someone - Won't be hard to do - You're always very good at it, it seems - I'm sorry, because I know you do not mean to be.
For you the sun still shines on Thursdays.
What about the rest of us?
You too, my dear, can dream up what you like.
The collapsed star is not a tragedy.
Anymore the candle burns, the wax is dripping down upon the table.
Increasing in size, the diaper, the dependency, the ever which way you go, the silent lights are following very close behind.
Whatever happened to the way you used to smile and clap your hands and stomp your feet whenever you were feeling like you wanted to?
Do you remember and recall the beautiful inside, it seems?
Quasimodo, precocious, kind and caring, the Buddha you disguise to trick yourself to make sure that you look.
Ha! - made you do it for the benefit and betterment of others.
But, what about the warm jet stream? - and me? - yes, yes, what about the me inside? Can anybody see me? Would you like to lend a hand?
The Fairy Queen is standing by, she's been waiting awfully long for you.
Yes, yes, tell her please that I'm coming straight away.
She wants to have another baby - yes, I'm giving this one to her - I hope she understands it and how much love is really in it.
Well, yes, of course she does - she is the Fairy Queen, you know.
Yes, of course I know.
It is an honour and a privilege to always serve her well and true and give to her what she has asked me for.
Given, the way that things will go.
Everything is something trying to rope you in.
What is that sound - the measurement of breath.
The fortune you take is given to you too.
Be sure to thank someone.
Some day some time soon you will be forgiven for your sins and your life of beauty will begin.
Heaven in your hands.
Even this you know.
You are not a loser, kid - never really were.
It was just a trick to get you started right.
All of the colours coming into view let you know that the springtime of your soul is also coming soon.
To play before you now is paramount, I think.
This is the way that it will be soon.
Before you know it, I am sure.
The opening, I'm sure you realise, happened here above the clouds.
Remember what they said to you, it was the teaching, don't you know.
Buddha is the morning.
They are kissing you awake.
Don't forget to put some slippers on.
Good cop - Bad cop.
This is the way Christmas goes 'till Easter comes around, and then the Fairy May will take over.
Blessed Be
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