Watery eyes of the last sighing seconds,
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blue reflections mute and dim
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beckon tearful child of wonder
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to repentance of the sin.
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And the blind and lusty lovers
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of the great eternal lie
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go on believing nothing
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since something has to die.
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And the ape's curiosity --
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money power wins,
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and the yellow soft mountains move under him.
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I'm with you L.E.M.
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though it's a shame that it had to be you.
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The mother ship is just a blip
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from your trip made for two.
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I'm with you boys, so please employ just a little extra care.
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It's on my mind I'm left behind
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when I should have been there.
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Walking with you.
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And the limp face hungry viewers
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fight to fasten with their eyes
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like the man hung from the trapeze --
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whose fall will satisfy.
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And congratulate each other
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on their rare and wondrous deed
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That their begrudged money bought
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to sow the monkey's seed.
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And the yellow soft mountains
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they grow very still
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witness as intrusion the humanoid thrill.
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For Michael Collins, Jeffrey And Me
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| Jethro Tull |
