Oh, bearded wonder-
ah, me, your long-haired flower.
How you walk from city to city,
never stopping, no, nor resting.
How your house is made of canvas and,
oh, how I follow you,
perched upon your arm like a shirtsleeve
tattoo.
And yes, I'll stretch and fade
as your skin grows thin,
as we pass the years my ink
will seep so deeper in,
oh, bearded wonder,
your long-haired flower
is looking to stake in.
As long as you have starfish and
a pleasantly hairy chin, oh,
I'll follow to the city,
I'll follow to the water,
I'll follow to the water,
you can be my son, oh,
and I'll be your daughter.
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