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Jethro Tull
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The Little Flower Girlಮೂಲಕ: Jethro Tull |
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Jethro Tull » The Little Flower Girl |
Down at the church the flower girl sits. legs innocent, apart.
I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.
Painted sister stopped beside. a word upon her saintly lip.
Perhaps admonishing the child inside the open slip.
I don't know where she might go when she runs home at night.
It's for the best: i wouldn't rest when i turned out the light.
No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream----
Just an old man's model in a pose from a magazine.
I have touched that face a dozen times before. and i have let my pencil run.
Laid down washes on a foreign shore, under a hot and foreign sun.
My best sable brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.
Her chin i tilt, her breasts i lift. i mean no harm.
I close the door. she is no more until the next appointed hour.
Northeastern light push back the night: painted promises in store.
No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream----
Just an old man's model in a pose from a magazine.
Down at the church my flower girl sits. legs innocent, apart.
I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.
My golden sable brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.
Her chin i tilt, her breasts i lift. i mean no harm.
I mean no harm. i mean
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