We’ve Got a Lot To Teach You, Richard

Light feet on damp grass
follow the hidden round,
Covered by hanging tears,

Carrying miles of memories
from window views and
ink that wrote nights,

Royal thoughts control
myriad enrolled powers,
But cry like all else.

Dreams broke before falling
to congeal between stones and
feed the seeds of the next guest,

Trembling at a distance
through the cloud cold,
Clarion call on edge,

Stumbling through the
same grass, same dirt,
Tragedy and then farce.

Light feet on damp grass
follow the hidden round,
Covered by hanging tears.

we've got a lot to teach you richard

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