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I blow I blow again The times floats by from my windy lips And a million umbrellas copter along so beautiful Children smile- They suddenly re..

It was late last night when the pigs entered the shed Every gun was slowly trotted off and hidden away And the sheep finally cut free from the fen..

I hate that moment when someone leaves the room And there is a silence, darting looks and certain smiles Then the circling vultures overhead begin..

They release a warm fuzz That raises the hairs on my arms and neck There is a kind of fizzing that travels to a smile And for someone so honest ..

All is silent on the front line All is static on the wasteland Not a movement on the horizon I can relax for a moment before the next one falls ..

The heart falls asleep to the sound Of the mind trying to complete another day So flutter little butterfly muscle Sing yourself a gentle lullaby ..

We can easily breath in all new aromas Better petals make my worn colours fade But be prepared to be betrayed As they exist just to be displayed ..

I work somewhere below underground Near to where the soil meets the core And the earth generates its greatest pull I have to make sure that eve..