The Argus

[{smug lemon}]

and the Argus is practiced compassion, with an eye on you, as one is on me,

will the god eye grant his forgiveness, and allow he that's lived a reason to see?

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lying in beds of garlic and orchids,

he closes an eye, which closes another, and in sleep he dreams, of watching and looking

and feather clouds dancing, he curls up his lid and sleeps...

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the Argus, he cries, though love has it's place in the sun,

it's only man's fear that carries him on...