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Villanelle Nr.01 Beyond My Grasp
The limit sits beyond my grasp
I stand behind an obstacle
and all I have to do is ask
I sweat confronted by this task
its way too analytical
the limit sits beyond my grasp
I picture fiends in darkened masks
its all apocalyptical
and all I have to do is ask
the answer must lie on my path
all hidden in the mystical
the limit sits beyond my grasp
I take a swig from out my flask
Im looking for a miracle
and all I have to do is ask
the answer comes, I have to laugh
embrace the paradoxical
the limit sits within my grasp
and all I have to do is ask.
I stand behind an obstacle
and all I have to do is ask
I sweat confronted by this task
its way too analytical
the limit sits beyond my grasp
I picture fiends in darkened masks
its all apocalyptical
and all I have to do is ask
the answer must lie on my path
all hidden in the mystical
the limit sits beyond my grasp
I take a swig from out my flask
Im looking for a miracle
and all I have to do is ask
the answer comes, I have to laugh
embrace the paradoxical
the limit sits within my grasp
and all I have to do is ask.
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