Wind Quartets Songtext
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The wind quartet howls softly
My jeep hand strokes her necklace
Crusted, crammed with old Etruscan gold.
Her bird head torn with summer
Inspects a Spartan runner
Robbing time a chosen Prince of Speed.
My goblet drenched with Autumn
Tears for my dead cat Ena
Silver Surfer scorcerer of spray.
She hooded deep in chartreuse
My jeep hand strokes her necklace
Crusted, crammed with old Etruscan gold.
Her bird head torn with summer
Inspects a Spartan runner
Robbing time a chosen Prince of Speed.
My goblet drenched with Autumn
Tears for my dead cat Ena
Silver Surfer scorcerer of spray.
She hooded deep in chartreuse
A falcon glimpse of white teeth
Separated by lace cinnamon folds.
We hid and rid in hansom
Cab wrenched from lost Byzantium
Lordlett who once held the earth in chains.
Separated by lace cinnamon folds.
We hid and rid in hansom
Cab wrenched from lost Byzantium
Lordlett who once held the earth in chains.
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