Wind Quartets
T. Rex Lyrics


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
Tears for my dead cat Ena
Silver Surfer sorcerer of spray

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

We hid and rid in hansom
Cab wrenched from lost Byzantium
Lordlett who once held the earth In chains

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RAMLIA1

Love this song ❤️

1stMistyMist1

Obviously so do I of course and I an so happy that you do too !!! xxx

1stMistyMist1

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to each and everyone that has bothered to like this upload !
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Okus Dolphin

Teenage Memories! Awakening! :-)

1stMistyMist1

So dreamy and beautiful thank you for commenting dear friend !!!

cricketbat09

"Elvis has surrendered, new ghosts have claimed the gold. Creatures of the forest tell me, winter's streams are running cold."

1stMistyMist1

XXX

Groovy Guru

Love Love Love Bolan!!!!!!!!!😂, thank you!

1stMistyMist1

Thank you, I love his music !!!

Damocles Loraine

Beautifully done. Thanks.

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