There was lung-cold steel in the way I feel without her There were mystic eyes shinin' through the lies about her Palmyra My actu'l grip on life was gone I was livin' in my dream When along came a man on a tortoise shell The strangest I did see He said "come ride upon my back. Although the pace is slow I've no intention of turning back From where you want to go-ho" And there was Jessica, long and dark'ning An under-rated queen To laugh is fine To fool, divine But keep your thinking clean And here Miranda stood much taller Softly flowing grace Why was the smirk now getting smaller Painted on my face? Palmyra
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