Fresh from zones of moisture And afterwards the meat With spangles on my long-tailed suits And songs to haunt the one that's saved
Just call me desdinova I'm sure to be The lucky one When destiny assigns wisdom Known to me The starry wisdom
I am the one you warned me of I am the one who'd never, never lie
The writing in the notebook Notation from the stars Songs by desdinova And frost warnings from the women's farm Whose agents could not ever see His hilly eyes and too green rings Obscured sight and fancy dreams Holy mass, those 13 fancy dreams
I am the one you warned me of I am the one who'd never, never lie
Eyes like bottles and hands in my hair Bottles of blackness the blacker the spare I'll sit myself behind that clock And play tunes on it's belfry
Five fingers have I to play them like ten Ten fingers have I to play them again In decimal chains whose mimic cry Whose notes will never, never fly Until they quit those timely tunes And entered that system from outside
I am the one you warned me of I am the one who'd never, never lie
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