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: Flying made of sticks and paper: aeroplane. Dying is the wind but climbing, my aeroplane. Blowing, and going somewhere high in the evening tumbling
: Going back in the morning time to see if my love has changed her mind, yeah. I know what I will find that she is wasting time, she could be picking
: Woke up this morning to look at things in their funny way. Why can't they be like they used to be only yesterday. Ooh, bring back my sunshine day
: a) Scenario In long years of ancient time, stood alone a friend of mine. Reflected by the ever-burning sigh of a god who happened by. And in the
: Have you ever stood in the April wood and called the new year in? While the phantoms of three thousand years fly as the dead leaves spin? There
: I'll see you at the weighing in when your life's sum-total's made. And you set your wealth in godly deeds against the sins you've laid. So place
a long time gone. And now here you are. You're locked in your own excuse. The circle's getting smaller every day. You're busy planning your next fifty years
: Walking on air, shoulder and head above you. Down in the street, black canyons walking through. Hooded sad eyes, fixed on your shuffle shoes. Life
: Out on the fast and free way, humming along through a build-up ad-man's dream. Steaking past in a cloud of spray goes the high-performance motor
: They left me, leaving my house on fire, me running round got out through the window. While clinging to the skirts of fate was not my idea of fun
: Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains remind me of Jack-A-Lynn. Lush hotels and pretty girls won't cheer the misty mood I'm in. Silly, sad -
: Everybody's jumping on the circus train. Some jump high, some jump off again. And the razzmatazz is rolling, women folk unveiled. All truths to
: The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. He brewed a
: I have to call you up. Think I've seen a vision of rhythm in gold. No cat could ever move that way. No puss would dare to be so bold. Must tell
: There was a warm wind with the high tide on the south of the hill. When a young girl went a-walking and I followed with a will. ``Good day to you
: When we're working nights, the village round the old church becomes scary town. All curtained windows and bolted doors but never a eye to see as