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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>song - Cross of Lies</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now every song calls moments home, mainly grains of summer<br>I sit and turn them clumsily to keep the tide at bay<br>And here through flattened notes I hear the coming of the drummer<br>In all those words like wingbeats that once carried us away</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve got nothing to be thankful for, so I tell myself<br>Except the gifts I couldn’t choose and all I couldn’t get<br>For, of all the sons of Adam gone, you’re the one I miss<br>High upon the cross of lies, tell me how it came to this </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You had the power once to kill the sunlit afternoon<br>I’d hear you on the old dirt-track; the driver’s door flung shut<br>I cowered low behind my dreams, and all too soon, too soon<br>The hills all fell away and the ragged chord was cut</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You fought the world and taught me how to damn myself alone<br>You pitched the darkness all around, and so I found the light<br>And found the light was shadow I would throw from stone to stone<br>And across the darkened water I went wading into night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We had a brother in the world; he toiled upon the land<br>He worked with stone and family and dreamed of modest yields	<br>But you and I dreamed out of reach, to plains of salt and sand<br>Out of pitch and out of season beyond the fertile fields</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can’t forget your glance that day, down in East Tarbet Bay <br>You said goodbye in silence to the anchor holding fast<br>Now echoes ride the waves that dance through all that went astray<br>Through all the circles broken and through all the shadows cast</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a time we might have talked beyond the lies of life<br>So much we could have spoken of: the glory of young love, <br>The sweetest lie of all and then the letting go of lies<br>But for now the summer’s gone and I think I’ve said enough</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve had love I should be thankful for, so I tell myself<br>Forget the gifts I couldn’t choose and all I couldn’t get<br>For, of all the sons of Adam gone, you’re the one I miss<br>High upon the cross of lies, tell me how it came to this</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s not the kiss of the scorpion’s tail waiting in the wings<br>And it’s not that old south-westerly crying through the leaves<br>It’s not the broken wave that’s tearing down these cliffs<br>It’s the harmony that passed us by between the golden sheaves</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jim+Hogg">Jim Hogg</a><div class=q>
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I sit and turn them clumsily to keep the tide at bay
And here through flattened notes I hear the coming of the drummer
In all those words like wingbeats that once carried us away

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