| A Prelude To Pilgrim Street |
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| As the skies roll on above you |
| The walls are overcast |
| They lose their friendly shadows |
| And look beyond themselves at last |
| Through greasy streets, starved of sun |
| Accepting the following queues |
| Searching for companion |
| Counter-pointed to the fugue |
| And they wait there for a reaction |
| As the mist curls round the doors |
| They’re trying to bring attention to |
| What was always there before |
| If they needed a reminder |
| As their eyes glaze unimpressed |
| That if nobody sees the worst |
| A prelude is good enough |
