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Van Der Graaf Generator

(Hammill)

Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity.
Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder
I trace its patterns in me.
Tomorrow s tomorrow is birth again.
Boats burn the bridge in the fens;
the time of the past returns to my life
and uses it.

Don t blame me for the letters that may form in the sand;
don t look in my eyes, you may see all the numbers
that stretch in my sky and colour my hand.
Don t say that I m wrong in imagining
that the voice of my life cannot sing.
Fate enters and talks in old words:
They amuse it.

The hands shine darkly and white: only in dark they appear.
Bless the baby born today,
flying in pitch, flying on fear.

They shine in my eyes and touch my face
where I have seen them placed before;
don t blame me, please, for the fate that falls:
I did not choose it.
I did not, no no, I did not
I truly did not choose it.