She returns to where I, a mortal,
May never hope to go
. They unveil the autumn moon
And leave the breezes to compose
A most triumphal tune. Here all the wisdom of the ages,
All the customs of distant climes,
All the mutterings of the sages
And the happenings of our times
Are set down in light and motion,
In all their varied, rich array,
So that neither word nor notion
Need ever go astray
. . Yes, he was a big nerd
She returns to where I, a mortal,
May never hope to go
. They unveil the autumn moon
And leave the breezes to compose
A most triumphal tune. Here all the wisdom of the ages,
All the customs of distant climes,
All the mutterings of the sages
And the happenings of our times
Are set down in light and motion,
In all their varied, rich array,
So that neither word nor notion
Need ever go astray
. . Yes, he was a big nerd
She returns to where I, a mortal,
May never hope to go
. They unveil the autumn moon
And leave the breezes to compose
A most triumphal tune. Here all the wisdom of the ages,
All the customs of distant climes,
All the mutterings of the sages
And the happenings of our times
Are set down in light and motion,
In all their varied, rich array,
So that neither word nor notion
Need ever go astray
. . Yes, he was a big nerd
Butt Fillin - Legend