Thoughts before Anesthesia...
Ancient Soul, pedestrian me
Draw forth a lull in time
Surrender your armor, be still
Teary-eyed treasures gone
Vanity to resurrect
Surrender your armor, be still
Embraced, secure, and whole
Arouse not but a while
Surrender your armor, be still
Who gives she to awaiting palms
Tend her journey safe
Surrender your armor, be still
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