She rises early from bed
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Runs to the mirror
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The bruises inflicted in moments of fury
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He kneels beside her once more
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Whispers a promise
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"Next time I'll break every bone in your body"
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And the well-wishers let the devil in
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And if the river ran dry they'd deny it happening
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As the card players deal their hands
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From the bottom of te deck
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Row upon row of feudal houses blown away
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Medicine for the popular complaint
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When the poets dreamed of Angels
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What did they see?
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History lined up in a flash at their backs
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When the poets dreamed of Angels
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What did they see?
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The bishops and knights well placed to attack
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When Poets Dreamed of Angels
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| David Sylvian |
