Fabian Green, alone at sea
Silent and Peaceful, adorned in an array of fallen leaves
Floating and sinking higher and higher,
at the worlds every audacious whim, and fantastical desire
In the middle of that night, shined the upmost blinding of lights, which locked occupied eyes with Fabian Green, and then he could see.
For He was free,
maybe,
As his dry lips savored the succulent fruit of the knowing tree, he was bombarded with a clutter of useless words, alien and unknown,
to an innocent fabian green
He instantly knew,
It was but a strange dream
maybe,
Fabian Green alone at sea
Busy yet curious, adorned in a vast blue sheet, masking what we were at oneday destined to be
Silent and Peaceful, adorned in an array of fallen leaves
Floating and sinking higher and higher,
at the worlds every audacious whim, and fantastical desire
In the middle of that night, shined the upmost blinding of lights, which locked occupied eyes with Fabian Green, and then he could see.
For He was free,
maybe,
As his dry lips savored the succulent fruit of the knowing tree, he was bombarded with a clutter of useless words, alien and unknown,
to an innocent fabian green
He instantly knew,
It was but a strange dream
maybe,
Fabian Green alone at sea
Busy yet curious, adorned in a vast blue sheet, masking what we were at oneday destined to be
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