At Uppsala University- April 2012
Sorrows are our own
When inflicted by us
And even otherwise;
Truth leaves us
To reach a zone
Of comfort, built by the wise;
And ugly old Wizard
Shows the way
To be young and beautiful, once again;
I am sorry
But do I know the answer
Or do I have to wait;
‘Say what you must’,
Summons the priest,
But say it in silence.
Sorrows are our own
When inflicted by us
And even otherwise;
Truth leaves us
To reach a zone
Of comfort, built by the wise;
And ugly old Wizard
Shows the way
To be young and beautiful, once again;
I am sorry
But do I know the answer
Or do I have to wait;
‘Say what you must’,
Summons the priest,
But say it in silence.

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