(Dickie Peterson, Leigh Stephens, and Peter Wagner) The lady folded Her silver hair Behind her back With the strings of a veil. And cut me a pack Of a famous sword Sharp to East Her magnitude That made the table In an infinite tangle. And then the darkness came And wrapped on velvet feet And here through the window I saw a quickening eye. Reflecting time In the blowing night And pulled the shade To a clear green game And from the visions Riding heavy sea. And from the visions Riding heavy sea That cast the ships Into a sink as man And burn the ringing Don`t wanna carry inside. Then the morning came Lapping up the winds From the tainted table That was serving time It`s silver spoon That was breathing stars Images flown Like the birds of high Wings in the sun What a blessed sight.
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