At the end of the hall,
In a basement on the hill,
In a house where no one knows,
That's where you'll find me.
At the end of the hall,
In a house where no one's home,
Bloody smiling, blowing smoke rings alone.
Finely free.
Swim with me,
And we'll escape all the troubles of the present age.
Of once and future kings,
The present fisher-daze,
Once,
And once more
In my hand I held many,
Watch them fall,
As Parsifal,
As the Green Man of Spring.
What does it mean, 'I only dream of death?'
Now shelter me in clarity;
A token of God's gratitude
Or contempt.
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