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Jethro Tull

Muscled, black with steel-green eye swishing through the rye grass with thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie. Tail balancing at half-mast. ...And the

I remember when we had a lot of things to do, impressed by all the words we read and the heroes that we knew. Climb on your your dream, a dream

I see you better now, shaded in deeper blue. Hardly needing to carry the find-your-way lamp down to the river. Tonight flies a better moon. Sad water

A small cigar can change the world, I know, I've done it frequently at parties where I've won all the guests' attention with my generosity and suave

The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles. Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching

I work in dark factories, a cog in the big wheel, driving grey satanic mills and weaving sad stories. And faceless masters oh, they pay me plenty

A week of moments ? a clutch of days ? Ten thousand minutes of a Passion Play. Medley of quavers informs the tune. It?s all too much: over all too soon

My hand of thumbs is shaking I am so glad to meet you All tongue-tied and twisted My lips stuck like glue More than a lifetime to say, ?How are you??

I'll make love to you in all good places under black mountains in open spaces. By deep brown rivers that slither darkly through far marches where