( Hammill )
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"Unreal, unreal" ghost helmsmen scream
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and fall in through the sky,
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Not breaking, through my seagull shrieks:
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no breaks until I die.
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The spectres scratch on window-slits
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hollowed faces, and mindless grins
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only intent on destroying what they've lost.
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I crawl the wall till steepness ends
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in the vertical fall;
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My pain has sailed into the sea -
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no joking hopes at dawn!
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White bone shine in the iron-jaw mask
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Lost mastheads pierce the freezing dark
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and parallel my isolated tower...
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no paraffin for the flame -
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no harbour left to gain.
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A Plague Of Lighthouse-Keepers:(iv) S.H.M.
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| Van Der Graaf Generator |
