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There's a rift in the | There's a rift in the cloudds like a tear in the shrouds | ||
And the sun comes barging through; | And the sun comes barging through; | ||
There's a sweeter note in the bullfrog's throat | There's a sweeter note in the bullfrog's throat | ||
And the sky seems pale | And the sky seems pale - but blue. | ||
But industrial life ever cuts like a knife | But industrial life ever cuts like a knife | ||
And the pain goes round with the clock: | And the pain goes round with the clock: | ||
No propellers turn where the longings burn | No propellers turn where the longings burn | ||
And the MASTER | And the MASTER paces the dock. | ||
Revision as of 04:18, 4 August 2020
There's a rift in the cloudds like a tear in the shrouds And the sun comes barging through; There's a sweeter note in the bullfrog's throat And the sky seems pale - but blue. But industrial life ever cuts like a knife And the pain goes round with the clock: No propellers turn where the longings burn And the MASTER paces the dock.