These dirty feet
treading worn rock road
these dreams that point to new songs
two rainbows were in the sky this morning
did they lead to two pots of gold
to a field of four leaf clovers
to silent lovers spread across dawn's meadow
he speaks magic words
offers tribute to fallen and forgotten Gods
Slows the passing of days
and drinks in the morning dew
drunk on sorcery
power spreads from his mouth
these dirty knees bend before the coming of a new age
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