A simple tale of rich to rags

But one that often comes to mind

The seer that looked into the mirror

And left his sleeping wife behind

I said goodnight sir john dee



Well light is a medicine to all of us

With which we feed the silver lamb

That walks beside the wolf of the trinity

They say her teeth are made of sand

I said goodnight john dee

Goodnight



A lantern swinging like a pendulum

The shape of your smile's shadow appears

To invoke the worst i reached into my purse

And i took out the shew-stone gently

And i said goodnight well goodnight john dee

Goodnight well goodnight john dee

Goodnight goodnight john dee

Goodnight


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