The Art of Clipping Nails.

The art of clipping one's nails;

Is all the world entails,

Dream on my sweet eye,

do not be afraid, for together, we will die.

Gone forever, a gust of dust and the smell of musk;

Worry not, for what we give; is always given to us.

My sweet name; fear not your lack of favour or fame,

for in the eyes of the dreamer;

you are always the gleamer.

Behind the mask, who is there?

Who is it that's who?

Who is? A knock comes on the door; an old friend to tell you,

be silent my sweet eye; you're it.

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