Текст песни T.REX - Wind Quartets

The wind quartet howls softly
My jeep hand strokes her necklace
Crusted, crammed with old Etruscan gold.

Her bird head torn with summer
Inspects a Spartan runner
Robbing time a chosen Prince of Speed.

My goblet drenched with Autumn
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Tears for my dead cat Ena
Silver Surfer scorcerer of spray.

She hooded deep in chartreuse
A falcon glimpse of white teeth
Separated by lace cinnamon folds.

We hid and rid in hansom

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