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Lyrics for Lillian Hellman’s Candide

Reason, Magic, Skill and Love,
Frankly, I think poorly of.
Flesh and Figment, Brain and Breath.
All are parodies of Death.

Death alone cant paint it true;
Only Death can say for sure;
Who but Death can sing to you?
Death my dearest, sparse and pure.

Life is but a sorrowing haze
Through which we grope; and our five senses,
Trammeling snares. In all our way
Artists put their subtle fences:

Telling us that Life is All;
Cheating us with hints of glory;
Charming us. We fail, we fall
Stupefied, and buy their story.

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  • May 4, 2007
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    hi

    From guest anarchychic (contact)
    great poem by him...probably one of his best.