Pete Atkin - The Hollow And The Fluted Night lyrics

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Pete Atkin - The Hollow And The Fluted Night lyrics

Atkin-James This kind of ocean fails to reach the coast A special famine rages at the feast The one loved most is always present least You are the loved one, very nearly here Who did not feel so far away before But now I fear our separation more The hollow and the fluted night that weaves The cloth combining loves divides their lives Black velvet hills between the silver knives The sunlight on the window-sill kow-tows And opens up the sky to further skies For all the thousand miles to your eyes The realisation daunts the both of us And so we draw a deep breath through a kiss When was it ever otherwise than thus? And what goodbyes are more alone than this?

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