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By Peter Hammill, Summer song in the autumn, for you didn't catchthe colour
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By Peter Hammill, Oh, suddenly things begin to come clear in my mindas
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By Peter Hammill, When I was a child they made me readword-daggers of
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By Peter Hammill, Spring came far too early this year:May flowers blooming in
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By Peter Hammill, He prescribes the subjecthe proscribes outsidershis terms have a golden
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By Peter Hammill, Genuflection / erection in church.Sacristy cloth / moth-eaten shroud.Secret silence
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By Peter Hammill, Such distance to the tips of the fingers,the ganglion loom
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By Peter Hammill, Silence.Omens...For pain shall come and change shall rundown through my
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By Peter Hammill, Time for a change:I felt bad, things looked strange.Home, home
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By Peter Hammill, Thinking back, it seems that Ican lie beside you as
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By Peter Hammill, Along the track the wires are hummingin bursts of code
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By Peter Hammill, I have a vision of you, locked inside my head;it
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By Peter Hammill, What's it worth to be safe?What's the way to be
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By Peter Hammill, Willie, what can I say to you to hold true
