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| The | path you tread is narrow | and the | drop is shear and very high | The | ravens all are watching | from a | vantage point | behind | |
| Apprehension creeping | like a | chill train up your spine | Will the tightrope reach the end? | Will the | final couplet | rhyme? | |||
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| And it's | high time | Cymbline | it is | high time | Cymbaline | Won't you | please wake me | ||
A butterfly with broken wings Is falling by your side The ravens all are closing in And there's nowhere you can hide Your manager and agent Are both busy on the phone Selling coloured photographs To magazines back home |
The lines converging where you stand They must have moved the picture plane The leaves are heavy around your feet You hear the thunder of the train And suddenly it strikes you That they're moving into range Doctor Strange is always changing size |
The lines converging where you stand They must have moved the picture plane The leaves are heavy around your feet You feel the thunder of the train And suddenly it strikes you That they're moving into range Doctor Strange is always changing size |