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Balancing on the wind |
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Leaning on the cliff edge wind in limbo |
| [00:33.63] |
He watched sand running through the fingers |
| [00:36.72] |
Of his left hand into the palm of his right |
| [00:55.17] |
He sees someone walking in a hot dry wasteland |
| [01:00.60] |
Young hesitant steps |
| [01:06.33] |
Recognised her crooked fring and narrow eyes |
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Threadbare summer patterned dirty cotton flowered dress |
| [01:19.50] |
Scratched ankles and nail bitten hands |
| [01:27.90] |
Wanted to touch her cool brown hair |
| [01:32.85] |
But she was gone |
| [01:43.47] |
And his old tired face was as still as ever |
| [01:59.10] |
An aeroplane hummed high up in the sky |
| [02:03.54] |
Way up above the clouds |
| [02:09.53] |
A green teapot a pair of boots |
| [02:12.00] |
A broken pocket watch and chain |
| [02:14.10] |
A born dead baby pig |
| [02:15.81] |
Lying pure white Bloodless |
| [02:17.79] |
Soft and smooth as a gloved lady's hand |
| [02:25.47] |
A spinning wheel a bill hook |
| [02:27.33] |
An umbrella empty bottles a tin bath |
| [02:30.84] |
A hat stand and a slate grey pill box hat |
| [02:36.39] |
Sailed past his grabbing hands |
| [02:39.09] |
And were gone Like the swallows |
| [02:52.29] |
Stuttered words stuttered words |
| [02:55.77] |
Voices asking questions he cannot hear |
| [02:59.73] |
Come and find us |
| [03:02.25] |
Step back or you'll fall |
| [03:05.40] |
But the aeroplane is humming so loud now |
| [03:33.99] |
Trying to cling to the summer cotton |
| [03:36.81] |
Light threadbare patterned sleeveless |
| [03:39.60] |
Flowered dirty carnation sunflower |
| [03:43.20] |
Sweatstained primrose threadbare |
| [03:45.84] |
Dirty disappearing decaying flowered |
| [03:48.66] |
Fading cotton forgotten f*****g summer dress |
| [03:57.27] |
But it was gone |
| [04:15.81] |
Gone like the swallows |
