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Stiltskin
The Minds Eye
Inside
Swing low in dark glass hour
you turn to cover
see it turn to dust
move on a stone dark night
we take to flight
swonfall turns to rust
seam in a fusing mine
like a nursing rhyme
fat man starts to fall
year in a hostile place
I hear your face
start to call
and If you think that Ive been loosing my way
thats because Im slightly blinded
If you think that I dont make to much sense,
thats because Im broken minded
But dont keep it...
INSIDE
if you belive it
dont keep it all inside
strong words in a ganges sky
I have to lie
shadows moves in pairs
Ring out from a brusied postcard
in the shooting yard
looking throught the tears
out of the black slate time
we move in line
but never reach an end
fall in a long stray town
as the ice comes down
rivers start to bend
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