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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 man
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 man  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...