Look upon me
ye world weary,
tired of winter’s stark, spare beauty.
Breathe deeply of us
all cynics
who despair of ever breathing a fragrance worth inhaling.
Marvel,
oh people,
before our vast tribe’s numberless multitude.
Look upon me
ye world weary,
tired of winter’s stark, spare beauty.
Breathe deeply of us
all cynics
who despair of ever breathing a fragrance worth inhaling.
Marvel,
oh people,
before our vast tribe’s numberless multitude.