(Fripp/Sinfield)
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With quill and silver knife
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She carved a poison pen
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Wrote to her lover's wife:
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"Your husband's seed has fed my flesh".
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As if a leper's face
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That tainted letter graced
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The wife with choke-stone throat
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Ran to the day with tear-blind eyes.
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Impaled on nails of ice
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And raked with emerald fire
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The wife with soul of snow
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With steady hands begins to write:
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"I'm still, I need no life
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To serve on boys and men
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What's mine was yours is dead
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I take my leave of mortal flesh"
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The Letters
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| King Crimson |
