These walls of stone speak with the brisk words of late summer
Enjoy life, make merry and remember remember to forget me not
A mere moment stitched of the strife of the billowing clouds
And the rustling of the soft grass
Go forth and drink, dance and shout through all the land !
Tell tales of these faraway walls and leave trails of envy in your wake
Your steps are a tapestry in the stairwell of humanity
A leaf in the woodland of dreams and ambitions
Of hipsters, mob folk, seekers, witches, queens and sons alike
Your woes are but the fleeting flutter of a butterfly’s wings
That life and all in it is a symphonic overture waiting for you to write it
And that all that’s well shall surely end well
These walls of stone speak with the clarity of the peeved poet
And the solidity of the blacksmith
They speak to the clerks and clergymen of the landed gentry
And the coal shaft cleaners and sewer men
To all sets of people, there is an end to your miseries and aches
Enjoy life, make merry and remember remember to forget me not
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