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terça-feira, fevereiro 10, 2004

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Bitter Suite

I. Brief Encounter

A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar
Of some obscure Scottish poet

The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase.

Letra: Dick, Música: Dick/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas - Marillion Misplaced Childhood - 1985