Short Story

Short Story Lyrics

Song	Short Story
Artist	Anne Clark
Album	Joined Up Writing/The Sitting Room
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	作曲 : Anne Clark/Mundy/Appleton/Laschetti
	There is a little place in a little room
	Where a little chap hides away amidst the gloom.
	Tucks his little legs undermeath a well-worn chair
	Plucks a piece of paper and attacks at his despair.
	A stubby lead pencil scratches through the fears
	Of every little cruelness that reduces us to tears.
	Sharp is the lead but wellis penetrate
	All the nooks and crannies that this world creates.
	There is so little time for us to stop and look
	As he places the cover upon his little book.
	There will come a day when this little man will die
	And they'll put him in a tiny hole undermeath the sky
	His little lead pencel book and chair
	Will be placed inside a plastic bag and taken who knows where ...

	zuo qu : Anne Clark Mundy Appleton Laschetti
	There is a little place in a little room
	Where a little chap hides away amidst the gloom.
	Tucks his little legs undermeath a wellworn chair
	Plucks a piece of paper and attacks at his despair.
	A stubby lead pencil scratches through the fears
	Of every little cruelness that reduces us to tears.
	Sharp is the lead but wellis penetrate
	All the nooks and crannies that this world creates.
	There is so little time for us to stop and look
	As he places the cover upon his little book.
	There will come a day when this little man will die
	And they' ll put him in a tiny hole undermeath the sky
	His little lead pencel book and chair
	Will be placed inside a plastic bag and taken who knows where ...

	zuò qǔ : Anne Clark Mundy Appleton Laschetti
	There is a little place in a little room
	Where a little chap hides away amidst the gloom.
	Tucks his little legs undermeath a wellworn chair
	Plucks a piece of paper and attacks at his despair.
	A stubby lead pencil scratches through the fears
	Of every little cruelness that reduces us to tears.
	Sharp is the lead but wellis penetrate
	All the nooks and crannies that this world creates.
	There is so little time for us to stop and look
	As he places the cover upon his little book.
	There will come a day when this little man will die
	And they' ll put him in a tiny hole undermeath the sky
	His little lead pencel book and chair
	Will be placed inside a plastic bag and taken who knows where ...

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