When all the worlds are lost in snow
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I have to move this meaning through;
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Disperse the force so far engendered
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All near the steam and summer view
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And then... remain.
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Where steeples crash in fire and thunder,
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Where sheets of steel obscure the land,
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Where word and sense are torn asunder:
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Here was the place I chose to stand.
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Just when I think I'm going under,
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I... remain.
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Well all the waves of spin are foaming,
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And fake muezzin steam and brew,
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Formed in the fire of all their longings(?)
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This is the way I took it through,
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Just when I think I'm going under.
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This is the way I thought it through;
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This is the way I took it under...
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Under
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| Brian Eno |
