(Bachman-Cummings)
Trinkets worn with colours matching, 'saddened eyes' has lost its magic touch
People from a distance will have crossed an ever-stretching sea of sand
Artificial flowers cannot die for life within them is illusion
Talisman, talisman grace my hand
Talisman grace my hand.
Figures made of pedigrees control the non-existent soul of John Smith
Walk the creature let it run but slacken not the rope to which it