You have found a woman, a girl
You are stuck in another vanilla
Fairy tale, glitter ball, rock-n-roll
You’ve let outside your little stigma,
You’ve let outside remnants of love
Fairy tales never meet in the middle
Of the disparate vanishing world
In the tune of the vanishing fiddle
Somewhere very high on the roof
Of the town lost within Poland
In a tiny water filled hoof-
Print which may have been just that of Woland.
In the misery of the lacune
Accidentally dropped in the middle
Of the paws of another Maine Coon
Playing this swiftly vanishing fiddle.
found
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