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The horseflies are biting but the fish never do…

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes…

It’s not dark yet…but it’s getting there…

Because I’m free, nothing’s worrying me…

I’m on the road again, I’m searching for that philosopher’s stone…

Drifting gently through the gyre…

Things are easy when you’re big in Japan

We all walk the long road, cannot stay…

And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire…