From the moment i saw you
i set to my fences
to keep you some distance
and locate my senses
i saw there’s no roof
no ceiling or floor
no glass in the windows
no lock on the door
a stream in the ether
the color of truth
and birds flying home
to some high mountain roost
The language is strange,
the words and the songs
Is there more to the story?
For what do you long?
Tell me that tale,
and sing the whole score
but please, do it soon
there’s a lion at the door.
Lions Mane 
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