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By Hammill Peter, Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad;sometimes I
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By Hammill Peter, CHORUS Late that evening the Lady Madeline
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By Hammill Peter, (The following morning)MADELINE That must be Montresor...
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By Hammill Peter, THE CHORUS The chorus has often an unenviable role
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By Hammill Peter, CHORUS Three endless days of bitter grief passed
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By Hammill Peter, (Immediately afterwards, Madeline Usher enters, in a trance)MADELINE
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By Hammill Peter, THE VOICES House. Wet Vaults. Caissons. We breathe...OF THE
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By Hammill Peter, I stretch my hands,clutch vacant laughterin silence and sweet, sweet
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By Hammill Peter, The visitors find the children gone from school:aged relations sling
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By Hammill Peter, Look at the candle, as it's life is bought,as the
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By Hammill Peter, I found myself lying on the balcony,stripling terror, naked to
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By Hammill Peter, I don't know quite what's happeningand my eyes don't see
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By Hammill Peter, She like to keep God out of church,especially when she
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By Hammill Peter, Well, Tommy woke that morningwith a headfull of rocksand Sylvia
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By Hammill Peter, The Fall of the House of Usher - An Opera
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By Hammill Peter, My, friends, I never really thought you'd go,but, then, we
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By Hammill Peter, She's here now, perfume coiled like a thuggie scarf -such
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By Hammill Peter, With my face drained of colourand my brain of bloodlike
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By Hammill Peter, Time has come between us:in the passing months I've felt
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By Hammill Peter, He casts himself as an adventurer,all foot on floor and
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By Hammill Peter, There's a smokescreen on the horizon,fireships under sail tonight....Here's the
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By Hammill Peter, Flying BlindI alway forget how crazy things areso sometimes it
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By Hammill Peter, Everything clumsy slow-motion,I look for the source.Buildings loom up like
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By Hammill Peter, Where are all the joys of yesterday?Where, now, is the
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By Hammill Peter, Manheim; rainy Saturday with no money nor friend,only Tequila can
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By Hammill Peter, There's no time for dull regretsno-one underwrites your debts.No satisfaction
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By Hammill Peter, Halfway between the zooand the temple of your Art...but what
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By Hammill Peter, Besieged in the battlements of Babylon,still looking for the hat-peg
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By Hammill Peter, How was it that we first met?...I forget, all I
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By Hammill Peter, This is no time to hesitate,the line slips into overload;the