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<< Lizard >>
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--- King Crimson
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a. Prince Rupert Awakes
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Farewell the temple master's bells
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His kiosk and his black worm seed
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Courtship solely of his word
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With Eden guaranteed.
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For now Prince Rupert's tears of glass
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Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed
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Scar the sacred tablet of wax
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On which the Lizards feed.
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Wake your reason's hollow vote
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Wear your blizzard season coat
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Burn a bridge and burn a boat
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Stake a Lizard by the throat.
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Go Polonius or kneel
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The reapers name their harvest dawn
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All your tarnished devil's spoons
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Will rust beneath our corn.
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Now bears Prince Rupert's garden roam
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Across his rain tree shaded lawn
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Lizard bones become the clay-
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And there a Swan is born
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Wake your reasons' hollow vote
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Wear your blizzard season coat
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Burn a bridge and burn a boat
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Stake a Lizard by the throat.
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Gone soon Piepowder's moss-weed court
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Round which upholstered Lizards sold
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Visions to their leaden flock
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Of rainbows' ends and gold.
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Now tales Prince Rupert's peacock brings
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Of walls and trumpets thousand fold
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Prophets chained for burning masks
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And reels of dream unrolled . . .
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b. Bolero - the Peacock's Tale (Instrumental)
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c. The Battle of Glass Tears
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Night enfolds her cloak of holes
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Around the river meadow.
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Old moon-light stalks by broken ploughs
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Hides spokeless wheels in shadow.
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Sentries lean on thorn wood spears
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Blow on their hands, stare eastwards.
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Burnt with dream and taut with fear
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Dawn's misty shawl upon them.
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Three hills apart great armies stir
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Spit oat and curse as day breaks.
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Forming lines of horse and steel
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By even yards march forward.
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d. Big Top (Instrumental)
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Lizard
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