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Parachute

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White ice towers, slow dissolving
Now fall.
Below savage moon
Iron cities soon to rust.
Warned first by the gathering shadows
They fled.
From wide vapour deserts
They turned turned towards the sea.
Pale worn the walking, pass
Through concrete glades.
Torn shadows, slashed silence, ahhh.


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Parachute
Grass
The Letter
Miss Fay Regrets
Rain
Scene One
In The Square
What's The Use
She's A Lover
Sickle Clowns
She Was Tall, She Was High
Cries From The Midnight Circus
The Good Mr. Square

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