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I had this dream and there was a king and he was looking at the sky
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and the sky turned around and looked at him and said, "King, you don't
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know what it's like to rule, you only know about time, and time is
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going to kill you. And you know what king, time is imaginary."
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White cello in an archway
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Frosted glass across the courtyard
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Lead light and beams
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The dignity and insistence of age
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Swallowing me up as I approach thirty
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Coloured ideas that once were monochrome
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Manifest themselves in this great mansion
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The woodwork of centuries
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I cannot greet new buildings
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I lust after the ancient
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You trip me up and graze my knee
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And I'll shrug the responsibility of healing
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There's all this blood on the inside of my trousers
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There's an 'L' shaped tear in well cut cloth
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I'm only learning
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Less and less I worry
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More and more I dream
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And I'll feed myself sweet nectared knowledge
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And I'll suffer its consequences
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Time is imaginary
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Time Is Imaginary
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| Marty Willson-Piper |
