Muted Land

Muted Land - Faith And The Muse

There was a friend upon whom once

Nature played her joke

She gave him width instead of height

And hands too large for chivalry

A strength of body quite too great

To satisfy a soul that craved aesthetic light

She must have smiled when in that frame

Was placed a heart so delicate

That it would vibrate melody

Until her artifice produced wild rhapsody

With eyes that sought insatiably

The harmonies of life he found

But discord and a dark despair

And so the jest so well concieved turned tragedy

The spirit tired and sought release

Edimma quit rem

By paremqui manom pones holi tasube

Edarako ta patida

Siramma quitaram

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