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All that is solid
Melts into air
You find yourself wavering
At the rail of the stairs
With recalcitrant feet
And just enough breath
To speak but there aren't any words
Those that were spoken
Have been here before
They reasoned, they shouted
And pleaded and swore
And they hung in the still
And the heaviest of air
That was solid enough to burn
All the candles will shrink to profanity
All their darkness remind you of light
She'd be brushing her hair by the vanity
Her ribbons discarded and untight
Here is my kingdom
O lobby of kings
A suitcase and keyring
With my lockless keys
And a picture and a name that I carry with me
And a hand-ful of hooks for your wall
All that was rightfully
Soon became wrong
I hear Ozymandias had a glorious fish pond
But they dined on their opulent friends
Small to large
When the hands that had fed them were gone
Every toe print she left in the sand
Chasing the kite that was fleeing our hands
Will be sealed with embers
And the melt of the earth
And in time they'll paint
Something that was nothing like her
Here is my kingdom
O lobby of kings
A suitcase and keyring
With my lockless keys
And a picture and a name that I carry with me
And a hand-ful of hooks for your wall
