Colours I've none dark or light, red, white or blue.
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Cold is my touch (freezing).
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Summoned by name - I am the overseer over you.
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Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere.
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Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain.
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Occasional corn from my oversight grew.
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Fell with mine angels from a far better place,
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offering services for the saving of face.
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Now you're here, you may as well admire
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all whom living has retired from the benign reconciliation.
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Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights
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seen in the sky (flashing).
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I just lit a fag then took my leave in the blink of an eye.
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Passionate play join round the maypole in dance
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(primitive rite) (wrongly).
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Summoned by name I am the overseer over you.
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A Passion Play (Edit #8)
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Jethro Tull |