IXV
Ear of a sow
And a purple cow,
Dance, Devil, dance.
I care not for sorrow,
I grieve not in pain;
Always I’ll find tomorrow,
Underneath the cold night’s rain.
Rain that washes down the castle walls
Built so gently
Through the day.
Built on laughter
By nymphs at play;
As I lay watching
To snatch their joy,
Catch it quickly and carry away
Some of the madness the nymphs display.
Then I’ll dance and kick my heels
I will count the purple cows
Jumping over the frozen moon.
Until morning brings tomorrow,
Another castle to melt in the rain.
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