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The smoke from the bones
Shows the wind the way
To the mouth
A melody from distant vengeance
And to sing until madness sets in
The smoke in the bones
Is a message in the sky
Tell me love
Who set fire to
The maestro of the musicians?
The smoke from the bones
Darkens the sky
And clouds my eyes
With rage, love
But not with weeping
The smoke from the bones
Will make it known
That I, Drury
A chip off your block
A brother
The smoke from the bones
Gathers William Drury
In the clouds it whirls
The centre of dreams
How sad is the truth!
The smoke from the bones
Feeds the doves
The princess cries,
It is true, love
In Buckingham Palace.
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