With the guards of Magog, swarming around, The Pied Piper takes his children underground. Dragons coming out of the sea, Shimmering silver head of
Can't you feel our souls ignite Shedding ever changing colours, in the darkness of the fading night, Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in
The scattered pages of a book by the sea Held by the sand, washed by the waves A shadow forms cast by a cloud, Skimming by as eyes of the past, but
JOHN PEBBLE OF STYX ENTERPRISES "Get 'em out by Friday! You don't get paid till the last one's well on his way. Get 'em out by Friday! It's important
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Wandering through the chaos the battle has left, We climb up a mountain of human flesh, To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off. Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes. As the sound of motor cars fades in the night
i.Lovers leap Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off. Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes. As the sound of motor cars fades
I know a farmer who looks after the farm. With water clear, he cares for all his harvest. I know a fireman who looks after the fire. You, can't you
A carved oak table, Tells a tale Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold, And the brave would lead their ladies from out of the
If you go down to Willow Farm, to look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies Open your eyes, it's full of surprise, everyone lies, like the focks
Watcher of the skies watcher of all His is a world alone no world is his own, He whom life can no longer surprise, Raising his eyes beholds a planet
The scattered pages of a book by the sea Held by the sand, washed by the waves A shadow forms cast by a cloud Skimming by as eyes of the past But the
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Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time
A carved oak table, tells a tale Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold And the brave would lead their ladies from out of the room
Watcher of the skies, watcher of all His is a world alone, no world is his own He whom life can no longer surprise Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown
: Watcher of the skies watcher of all His is a world alone no world is his own, He whom life can no longer surprise, Raising his eyes beholds a planet
