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Stuart Davis Nomen Est Numen

You met her on the airplane as I waved goodbye in a teary blur you pulled some strings the stewardess sat you next to her In a gentle voice with an affecting

At the state museum in a glass display a Viking sword and shield lay Which instinctively I recognized and my Danish blood began to rise I smashed the

I was a curious boy with a wandering mind on a hungry search undefined in a rigid school full of concrete thought, a structured day and all that brought

Sitting in the sound booth's ambient glow the engineer sees a woman he knows "Stephen, this is someone you should meet She's a DJ, her name is Mary -

We holy children prayed to be delivered from the cognitive pollution we've suffered through and lived among "Father free us, intervene and lift the curse

Well we artistic types are so misunderstood everyone's a critic, they don't know when something's good Just let us have our space and freedom to create