Eno that is . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . because
I've been ever so sad for a very long time . . . . . . .
I never got a letter back . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Up On a Hill, As the Day Dissolves
With My Pencil Turning Moments Into Line
High Above in the Violet Sky
ws a
Golden Chain
One By One, All
A Silent Silver Plane - It Dra the Stars Appear As the Great Winds of the Planet Spiral In
t Storm, the
Constellations Form
On a Hi
Spinning Away, Like the Night Sky At Arles
In the Million Insecll, Under a Raven Sky I Have no Idea Exactly What I've Drawn Some Kind of Change, Some Kind of
(In the Stars
Spinning Away
With Every Single Line Moving Further
Out in Time
And Now As the Pale Moon Rides
)
Draw, But the Lines Move Round
Her Form in My Pale Blue Lines
(In the Stars)
And There, As the World Rolls Round
(In the Stars)
I
(In the Stars)
Dies
(In the Stars)
I Draw, and
There, As the Great Wheels Blaze
(In the Stars)
I Draw, But My Drawing Fades
(In the Stars)
And Now, As the Old Sun the Four Winds Sigh
passage of time . . . . . . . . .
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