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Houses in the Sky
Writhing dark-eyed violets standing
All in a row like a show of hands
Each one waiting with a question
Whose answer nobody understands
Some would say that Inspiration's
A demon with very harsh demands
Dress yourselves in robes of madness
And I will put magic in your hands
She never gonna go that far
She knows the value of a stable mind
She knows the darkness of the vine
Whose flowers fall beguiling
All of my life
Riding out into the harbour
One starving, sweet November day
Find myself beside the railing, a stranger
To my own familiar ways
My spine is winding like a lightning
Fuse to the tempest in my brain
And while I hear the rage of thunder
Exploding I really crave the rain
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Will you walk upon the wire
Conspiring with houses in the sky
While in the teeming, twilight gutters
The others weave blankets for their eyes
Snap the arrows of assassins for kindling
Upon the winding road
In the morning you'll be miles
From the coals
Copyright Gregory Alexander Morris 2001
All Rights Reserved
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