Every thing I thought I'd learned
Ambition and illusion turned
To drawings on a loose leaf sheet
Of figs and fruits I couldn't eat
What in her do I require?
The face of gratified desire
What in me does she require?
The face of gratified desire
Brownish spider,
Brownish leaf
Brownish spider,
Brownish leaf
Confirms my deepest held belief.
No more spider,
No more leaf,
No more spider,
No more leaf,
No more me,
No more belief.
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