Sun rays and hazey glaze.
Into the river, no flow.
Up again, spicey, down it goes.
To open the eyes is to not know.
From around the corner, the shadow glows.
Tempered frogs in the night, alls they see is the light.
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Sun rays and hazey glaze.
Into the river, no flow.
Up again, spicey, down it goes.
To open the eyes is to not know.
From around the corner, the shadow glows.
Tempered frogs in the night, alls they see is the light.