Come in come in
Show me your palm
With your feet tired
Your mind calm
I'll tell you a tale
Summoned by spirit
Come from the future
For you to hear it
Love will be found
Wealth will be lost
You'll pay me later
At very little cost
Hold hands together
Hum OM with God
Strike down Satan
Spare the rod
The chime of box
A musical memory
She missed Auntie Ann
Not Uncle Henry
Two red shoes click
Osmosis dreams meld
The wick dampens
Fake wishes held
Smoke and mirrors play
A game left to snakes
Information withdrawal
Prone to shakes
What lies ahead lies
The truth, stuck to a shoe
The bottom of your soul
Walking towards what's true.
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