Do you remember....
Walking down washed out concrete walkways in a the haze of nineteen-eightyfive
kicking dusty feet in a dirty river on a hot summer eightyfour day
drifting clouds of burnt clover in heatsink clubs
paisley pantaloons and hawaiian flowered shirts
and Marillion ???
Through the deep, smoky haze I still get glimpses, today was a glimpse day
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