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| Pete Atkin sings
Femme Fatale by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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It isn't fear I feel, or lack of nerve Call it just a sensible reserve Faced with the intoxicating verve Of anyone who scintillates like you The children turning flint-wheels in the mines looked pretty too And sparks were shaken out like golden rain And oh so very lovely were the loneliness and pain It's not because I'm burning out or old I hesitate to snuggle in the fold Of body heat that really beats the cold Though Icarus flew near the sun and fell The chandeliers above the weeping fields were warm as well And flares would crumple down like fairy lights And oh so very lovely were the long and fearful nights It's all because you are too much for me Too good to last, too beautiful to be That you are doomed to be a casualty Of the night-fight on my deeps of memory A galleon with fire below falls glowing through the sea Every mast shall tremble like a tree And oh so very lovely shine the blast that breaks them free | |||||
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