The Library

Dedication to Vindication I'm second now to none Infatuation, purification Burning books of love No, only mirrors cut. Now, only mirrors come. Oh, Book-Man, you're in a whirl On and on, forever girl Oh, Book-Man, they're in a whirl On and on, forever world Through syndication, illiteration Is pushing past portents You see their patients upsetting nations A hexagon of love I see your colours in the city when your days come home I see indifference and pity when you take control