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WANDERING STAR
[Portishead]

Please could you stay awhile to share my grief...
For its such a lovely day
To have to always feel this way;
And the time that I will suffer less
Is when I never have to wake.

Wandering stars
For whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever.. .  .   .

Those who have seen the needle's eye, now tread;
Like a husk, from which all that was now has fled.
And the masks, that the monsters wear
To feed, upon their prey...

Wandering stars
For whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever.. .  .   .

Doubled up inside
Take awhile to shed my grief;
Always doubled up inside
Taunted, cruel....

Wandering stars
For whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever.. .  .   .