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Текст песни Jethro Tull - Old Ghosts

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Hair stands high on the cats back likeA ridge of threatening hills.Sheepdogs howl, make tracks and growl ---Their tails hanging low.And young children falter in their gamesAt the altar of lifes hide-and-seekBetween tall pillars, where sunday-night killersIn grey raincoats peek.Misty colours unfold a backcloth cold ---Fine tapestry of silkI draw around me like a cloakAnd soundless glide a-driftingOn eddies whirled in beech leaves furled ---Brown and gold they flyIn the warm mesh of sunlightSifting now from a cloudless sky.Ill be coming again like an old dog in painBlown through the eye of the hurricaneDown to the stones where old ghosts play.

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