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Jethro Tull Minstrel In The Gallery Black Satin Dancer Come, let me play with you, black satin dancer. In all your giving, given is the answer. Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter than the brightest flower in my garden. Begging your pardon --- shedding right unreason. Over sensation fly the fleeting seasons. Thin wind whispering on broken mandolin. Bending the minutes --- the hours ever turning on that old gold story of mercy. Desperate breathing. Tongue nipple-teasing. Your fast river flowing --- your northern fire fed. Come, black satin dancer, come softly to bed. |
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