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Where memories come
And, memories go
To the globe of darkness
Turned a smoked window
Into the eye
Of my anger
At being dragged
Into an arena

The November men
And, the winds around
Observe this day
Of crystal sound
Aesthetics imposed
Apologies surpassed
Manoeuvring evenings
Of broken glass

And, truthfully pay
And, truthfully stay
Under the axe
Of a burnt-out day
And, truthfully pay
And, truthfully stay
Under the axe
Of a burnt-out day...
Where memories come   And, memories go   To the globe of darkness   Turned a smoked window   Into the eye   Of my anger   At being dragged   Into an arena      The November men   And, the winds around   Observe this day   Of crystal sound   Aesthetics imposed   Apologies surpassed   Manoeuvring evenings   Of broken glass      And, truthfully pay   And, truthfully stay   Under the axe   Of a burnt-out day   And, truthfully pay   And, truthfully stay   Under the axe   Of a burnt-out day...