My voice may not be loud
but it certainly carries far
A single note carries forth
Into the cavern
Out of the same mouth
I sing love and spite
Think less and live more
For this we are sure
Do you remember the faces
And how they melded together as one
And how he used to part the air with his tongue
And how the words used to flow endlessly
Into, from, down, around (a paper cup)
To psychedelic dreams
And we will follow you to the depths of the aquamarine,
In a brilliantly-coloured yellow submarine.
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