Essential Salts of animals may Be so prepared
and preserved That an ingenious man May
have the whole Ark of Noah in his own Study
and raise the fine shape of an animal Out of
its ashes at his pleasure
Unhappy is he
to whom the memories of childhood Bring only
fear and sadness Old years of
play Wretched is he who looks back upon lone
hours In vast and dismal chambers With
brown hangings And maddening rows of antique
books
Watch them in twilight groves
Oh in twilight groves Oh in twilight
groves
By method from the essential salts
of humane dust A philosopher may call up the
shape of any dead ancestor From the dust
where into his body has been Incinerated
incinerated incinerated
You're under
pressure baby Christ has returned he's
returning In every new born child In
every new born child
You're under
pressure baby Christ has returned he's
returning In every new born child In
every new born child In every new born child
Essential Salts of animals may Be so
prepared and preserved That an ingenious man
May have the whole Ark of Noah in his own
Study and raise the fine shape of an animal
Out of its ashes at his pleasure
You're under pressure baby Christ has
returned, he's returning In every new born
child In every new born child
You're
under pressure baby Christ has returned, he's
returning In every new born child In every
new born child
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