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Amaranth

I’m afraid of the transition, you say
On any given day
They’ll close my eyes but leave a light

Lime, emerald or mossy morass
What colour is the grass?
If it’s growing on the other side

Don’t you worry, you will rise on Sunday
Or you’ll be a bright Indian boy one day
You’ll be sailed to Elysian Fields or
Join the party Persephone asked for

And according to Mr D
The mind is just connected corporeally
In one mysterious little gland

Don’t you worry, you will rise on Sunday
Or you’ll be a bright Indian boy one day
You’ll be sailed to Elysian Fields or
Join the party Persephone asked for

Flesh and blood - my flesh and blood

Don’t you worry, you will rise on Sunday
Or you’ll be a bright Indian boy one day
You’ll be sailed to Elysian Fields or
Join the party Persephone asked for

You might marry Saint Peter at the gate
And be queen of the heavenly keys’ fate
Or you’ll bathe in wild rivers of honey
Drinking wine, being forever 33