Living without you is difficult
But our dead dreams awake
In my mushroom art
Do not observe her beauty
Cloud faced old man winking
You see, he tests me, he wants
I should join him in gratitude for his craft
He calls this love but hardly so
Happy the universe, happy is the act
A bejeweled crow on a quilted tent
Yeah, its at the zenith
Our dead dreams awake
Living without you is difficult
But our dead dreams awake
In my mushroom art

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