The Cry Of Eugene

The cry of Eugene fills the air
His spirit can be felt to wander
Rends the atmosphere with despair
His sense of urgency asks who
Harlequin and Columbine speak as three
Their spirits can be felt to wander
The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
Splits all time’s mine asunder
The cry of Margaret with the golden hair
Loves that of Eugene and soothes despair
The two in harmony of voice and mind
Asks who, why, what were once one of a kind
But Harlequin and Columbine speak as three
Their spirits can be felt to wander
The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
Splits all time’s mine asunder
The voice of Eugene cuts through air
His gaze commands everyone’s wonder
The words he speaks dispel all care
But Eugene is always there
Harlequin and Columbine speak as three
Their spirits can be felt to wander
The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
Splits all time’s mine asunder
Splits all time’s mine asunder
Splits all time’s mine asunder
Splits all time’s mine asunder