She cast the line to catch the Capon She cant in dark deep pools see Though blind of sight there was the vision Of what she imagines her prey to be She sketched it out from fleeting visions Spied through the glassy sheen And though her paints are fine as any There not the whole thats to be seen This Venus? born of tiny pond With coptic mars to stay the rumble Till the catch is in the net For the subjects eyes to tumble Cause i know you do, deep down, deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep down. Fuck your so deep compaired to the shallow puddle of bladder water that is doylum.