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Circular Breathing
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Pick up my wings and fly
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into a Constable sky.
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Look down on the world and try
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to make you out on the distant ground.
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Lonely toy in a lost toy-town.
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Suspended in spiral sounds --
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Sounds of circular breathing.
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I'm a kite on a silver thread.
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Daring lightning to strike me dead.
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Harsh echoes of things you said
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banished me to a thinner space
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with unholy ghosts of your bedroom face.
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Hands cupped to my ears to place
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the sound of circular breathing.
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Matchbox cityscape below ---
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I watch Lowry matchstick figures go.
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Caught in the timeless flow of discreet silence.
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See the Matchbox cityscape below.
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I watch Lowry matchstick figures go.
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Caught in the timeless ebb and flow of discreet silence.
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Pick up my wings and fly
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into a Constable sky.
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Look down on the world and try
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to make you out on the distant ground.
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Lonely toy in a lost toy-town.
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Suspended in spiral sounds ---
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Sounds of circular breathing.
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Circular Breathing
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| Jethro Tull |
