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I tuned the Devil’s harp, it was the last thing that I heard Before I walked the stretch of road between my Goya and absurd I meant to find my Lover there, but I found a little bird She sang me how the world was made, I hung on every word She told me why the rabbit cries and why some stars were red Told me where the doe pa goes to lay his weary head And that the World was incomplete and the king would soon be dead She offered me her wing that night, I took the road instead Maybe I’m mad Maybe I’ve fallen from the poplar tree Carry me back, Baby With borrowed pride I could not hid I grew a sailor’s beard And as I walked, my innocence, my leaves they disappeared Rented a room upon the hill where a marble cat appeared He showed me where the fire was and I had nothing to fear For all God’s good and Brotherhood, we drank til I was crowned Then a Lady from the Everglades pulled my ass up off the ground She kissed me four times on the cheek and once upon the brow For a moment I believed that I had come for what I’d found Now I sit alone with all the cracks in my guitar For all the miles I’ve put behind I haven’t come that far But we are all compelled to look for the wind inside a jar From Letras Mania