Pan
played a cold tune
When he
played for you
In
moonlight bathed
And
shadows swathed
Your
heart is stolen from your sky
Left to
languish where it lies
Pan
played a cold tune
When he
played for you
A game
of moves
And
quiet clues
To what
could be inside your mind
Beyond
the reach of measured lines
A sea
defence wall
Broken
by winter squalls
A
morning of fractured light
Dispells
your uncertain night
A
coat-hanger caught in the door
A pile
of clothes on the floor
Startles
the same old sames
Into a
different frame
In
moonlight bathed
And
shadows swathed
Your
heart is stolen from your sky
Left to
languish where it lies
Pan
played a cold tune
When he
played for you
Pan
played a cold tune
When he
played for you
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