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Octobris XXXI

The last day of October. 
Snake Eyes is a song that has been in my head all month.
I am forever whale watching. The child who cannot look away.

The devoted follower of heartbreak and emotion.
In song, in walk, in word, in image, in thought, in way.

Snake Eyes
For piano, organ, etc.

The diplomat with no country

The robber with no store

The one-eyed undertaker

She keeps the score

Written on the dice in the palm of her hand
She shakes it around

She tells us where we stand
Where we stand

The whale with no ocean

The whale with only the shore
And the high priestess she's so full of devotion

How could really ever want for anything more?

The dice was held in the palm of her hand
She shook it around

She shook it around

Oh what would happen if it lands on Snake Eyes?

Snake Eyes, Snake Eyes

We would all be forced to rise

If it lands on Snake Eyes, Snake Eyes!

And the gymnast at the cinema

She launched a thousand ships

With her cast of entertainers

All of them were doing tricks

And the peace patrol and the worn out skull

And the emptiness and the looking glass

The emptiness that was

Missing from the gun....

The dice was held in the palm of her hand
She shook it around, she shook it around

Well what would happen if it lands on Snake Eyes?

We would all be forced to rise

We would all be forced to rise!

She shook it around, shook it around
And the dice, th
e dice, it  landed on Snake Eyes!

Landed on Snake Eyes!

We are all forced to rise

We are all forced to rise!

It landed on

It landed on Snake Eyes!