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In-Phase Meets Phrantic - Instruments lyrics

The trees wither in the street
The rain is corrosive
I taste it on my tongue
And the workable horrors
The horrors that stand and idle
The slighted godmothers
With their hearts that tick and tick
With their satchels of instruments
I shall be a wall and a roof, protecting
I shall be a sky and a hill of good
O let me be

Cover: In-Phase Meets Phrantic - Instruments
  • Instruments

  • Year
  • 2009

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  • Approved by Fredo

From the poem 'Three Women' by Sylvia Plath

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