|Crazy - A Filk Song|
| Yes. I. Am. Crazy crazy crazy and I’m winter|
I wear the blacks and whites and reds and greens and blue.
They. Say. You're. Crazy crazy crazy and I love you
And now I’m wond’ring just exactly what to do.
They say the crazy ones are always, somehow, better.
They say I’m crazy. Well how about y . . .
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| T’was fate that brought me there|
That black and haunted river
Swallowing light and life and hope
In death we ponder the errors
To justify rapture.
making the fool of free will
too late we see the trap
too c . . .
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