Rolling through the gray miasma
this is the fourth state of song lyric plasma
Word without end everlasting diction
Made possible and brought to you by friction
What’s the point you well may ask
I cannot answer I just set myself a task
Row by row I’m a bricklayer true
I’m just trying to build a bridge of words to you
You can’t walk on words or eat them either
to be or not to be or both or neither
words will not answer the questions they pose
by any name a rose is a rose is a rose
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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