Saturday, May 11, 2013


From the window of our honeymoon,
the night looks a mite bizarre
They’re burning us in effigy
and smoke’s blotting out the stars
They’re torturing our servants
by the light of an armoured car
Please don’t ask if it’s the end of the line –
you know I could never see that far
Tonight I’d rather look at you,
How beautiful you are. 

Peter Blegvad -- How Beautiful You Are (Link)

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