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And all hell's crashing down
Inside
The windows to the other side
Shimmering in rooms to quiet sighs of

'Oh well if it's happening there
It isn't here'
And God appears
To deal a different hand to different tiers.

But this play is not over yet
But hear the music of those marionettes
Beating drums down the quiet streets
Of ignorance and vain regrets

And all these fears swiftly come to pass
And presently she feels we're past
Cups of tea and optimistic prayers

Cos out there's our unholy mess
Gathering its long white dress
and marchin' down the aisle to marry this

Matrimonial future bliss
Kiss the tide
And hope it doesn't lift
Up your
Carpet woven from apathy and token frets

All hell!

But this play is not over yet
But hear the music of those marionettes
Beating drums down the quiet streets
Of ignorance and vain regrets

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