Old Country Doktor

For many days I've traveled the wayside So many ways for one to despair Should I count on the stars like the Magi Should I deprive the ill of my care Tinctures on Vellum and tangible dioxides Placed in the bag that hangs at my side An artisan with faith in the Dry Rights An artisan unplaced and untied We can not repair We can not repair The damage you've done Remove the mirrors and blacken the windows Take a deep breath and close your eyes At first a slight sting is to be expected Followed by colour... the solar light We can not repair We can not repair The damage you've done