he's not really here, you know
only if he speaks does he exist
if he were at peace to be silent
these words need not be spoke
no matter what profound tale
lies here before you now, it's
only yet another clever mask
he's like that puffed up wizard
at the end of the golden road
who commands your audience
but never lets you get too close
where can you be, oh dorothy ?
this ancient fable has no ending
without ye and your ruby shoes
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