Jim Morrison on the horizon
Sending acidic messages of peace
His voice from beyond the grave
Lights a fire that will not die
There’s a world no one knows
Where the fervent fervor goes
Little sense; far indigos
Grace us when you come to blows
Abstract for the sake of it
Full of beer – don’t give a
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