(English)Paradox Moon👻ChillSwitch Remix👻

Dark it was, the moon shone brightly Snow lay white on fields of green When a wagon, fast as lightning Slowly rolled into the scene Inside sat some standing people Quiet in their deep exchange While a rabbit, shot and lifeless Skated on the sandy range Golden curls upon a young lad Coal-black hair upon his head Sat upon a box of emerald Though it had been painted red Next to him a haggard granny Barely turned to sweet sixteen In her hand a slice of buttered Bread with lard spread smooth and clean Dark it was, the moon shone brightly Snow lay white on fields of green When a wagon, fast as lightning Slowly rolled into the scene Inside sat some standing people Quiet in their deep exchange While a rabbit, shot and lifeless Skated on the sandy range High above, an apple tree there Bearing pears so rich and sweet Hung the springtime’s final plum fruit Nuts enough for all to eat From the rain-soaked street below them Rose a choking cloud of dust And the boy in summer’s fever Froze his ears, as freeze he must Oxymoron spins the measure Where opposites in laughter play Paradox holds thought in tether As ideas collide and fray Contradictio in adiecto Word-games drive the rhyme along Adjectives bite nouns in battle Nonsense fuels the poet’s song Both his hands tucked in his pockets Still he covered up his sight For he could not bear the fragrance Of a cow that smelled polite Lovely angel, wicked rascal Sweetly clumsy, beast so dear You’ve got eyes like little herrings Oxen all resemble here Dark it was, the moon shone brightly Snow lay white on fields of green When a wagon, fast as lightning Slowly rolled into the scene Inside sat some standing people Quiet in their deep exchange While a rabbit, shot and lifeless Skated on the sandy range The moon shone brightly Two bright fishes ran together Through a field of golden grain Then the sun sank down forever While a new day rose again And of all this Goethe jotted Bathed in morning’s gentle glow Sitting on his chamber pot there Reading papers, calm and slow Dark it was, the moon shone brightly When a wagon, fast as lightning Slowly rolled into the scene The moon shone brightly