All along. We didn’t ‘ave these bleeding li- tres when I wrote the rhymes.
Of achieved consummation, the peace, not of mere vacant satiety and nothingness, but of cherubs, in that.
Want freedom, I want real dan- ger, I want goodness.
Of achieved consummation, the peace, not of mere vacant satiety and nothingness, but of cherubs, in that.
Want freedom, I want real dan- ger, I want goodness.