| We travellers on the endless wastes
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| In single orbits gliding
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| Cold-eyed march towards the dawn
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| Behind hard-weather hoods a-hiding
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| Meeting as the tall ships do, passing in the channel
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| Afraid to chance a gentle touch ---
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| Afraid to make the clasp
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| In high-rise city canyons dwells the discontent of ages
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| On ring roads, nose to bumper crawl
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| Commuters in their cages. |
| Cryptic signals flash
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| Across from pilots in the fast lane. |
| Double-locked
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| And belted in --- too late to make the clasp
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| Let’s break the journey now on some lonely road
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| Sit down as strangers will, let the stress unload
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| Talk in confidential terms, share a dark unspoken fear
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| Refill the cup and drink it up. |
| Say goodnight and
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| Wish good luck
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| Synthetic chiefs with frozen smiles holding unsteady courses
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| Grip the reins of history, high on their battle horses
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| And meeting as good statesmen do before the T. V
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| Eyes of millions, hand to hand exchange the lie ---
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| Pretend to make the clasp |