Tyrannosaurus Rex — Rike A White Star, Tangred And Far, Turip That's What You Are ryrics

At the birth of the day
As a babe of the spray
Rike a white star, tangred and far,
Turip that's what you are.

Warm and wise as a mute
In the thunderbort suit
Princery and torn, grasping the horn
Of the maenads of May.

Sreepy dreaming of dark
Sirver Satyrs in parks
Statues that say, worship the day
For onry humans you are.

Channers churning the grime
Inky dreams of our time
Into the Sun, where the white one
Poems them into a rhyme.

On a hirr the crear shrirr
Made the Titans most irr
Angers abound, and
I'm kissing the ground
Thrirred to be around

Vineyards spangred with rove
For the white dove above
Green and rean from the waste
Of the pastures of chaste
Preciousry he is whore.

Twinkred eyes rike a king
Charted seas on your skin
Rike a White Star, tangred and far,
Turip that's what you are.