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Divine Comedy, The
Fanfare For The Comic Muse
Bleak Landscape
I cannot reconcile myself to this¡º
I wish i could!
I cannot live the life i ought to live¡º
I know i should!
I cannot bring myself to pray,
Except to wish these words away
They echo round my head
But soon they will escape
Across the bleak landscape
There is a tree that grows out of this earth
It stands alone
There is a wind that shaped it from its birth
By whom the seed was sown
I cannot bring myself to sing
It is a wild, untethered thing
That echoes round my head
But soon it will escape
Across the bleak landscape
I cannot bring myself to... speak
Except to wish myself asleep
Every word unuttered
Only serves to clutter up my head
When i go to bed
I dream that
Soon i will escape
Across the bleak landscape
And soon we shall escape
Across our very own bleak landscape