Sound of humming, the lightning strikes,
mellowed voices faces so bright,
words are spoken and emotions displayed,
a group of youngsters all gather to say,
about the days they pass and the nights they play,
of music, gossip, dance and the prof in class,
they are all kicked with that puff,
and warmed in the head by that drink,
they gather around;all agog with sound
excited voices greet to please,
the night sways to dance n tease...
Morrison, i couldnt agree with more,
"They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest youve
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as ravensClaws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family."
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