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Cymbaline

The path you tread is narrow
And the drop is shear and very high
The ravens all are watching
From a vantage point near by
Apprehension creeping like
A chootrain up your spine
Will the tight rope reach the end
Will the final couplet rhyme

And it's high time cymbaline
It's high time cymbaline
Please wake me

The butterfly with broken
Wings is falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in
There's no where you can hide
Your manager and agent are both
Busy on the phone
Selling colored photographs
To magazines back home

And it's high time cymbaline
It's high time cymbaline
Please wake me

The lines converging where you stand
They must have moved the picture plane
The leaves are heavy around your
Feet you hear the thunder of the train
Suddenly it strikes you that they're
Moving into range
And doctor Strange is always changing size

And it's high time cymbaline
It's high time cymbaline
Please wake me

And it's high time cymbaline
It's high time cymbaline
Please wake me

 

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