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pequeños discos rojos en una caja negra: Pentangle - "Reflection ...

It was in the rainy season
waiting for the train,
leaving in the afternoon
all on your own again
Do you really understand it?
Can you tell me why it is this way?
Sad lady and her portmanteau
with no words left to say,
saving that it's only something
that can happen any day

Toulouse, circus rider,
turn on your childish grin,
shine on through the long black night,
go ride the dawn again
Your eyes are stars that sweetly twinkle,
aureola round your head of flame,
sad story that you cannot tell
where no-one is to blame
And anyhow it's only something
sure to come down with the rain

Would I could hear your song so clear
the words could touch the air
and catch the moon's reflection
in the colour of her hair
to ease this ache of loneliness
and blind the fishes stare

Even now I do remember
one thing more that is not told,
just a slightly twisted crystal heart
to keep you from the cold
All up the coast along the highway,
nobody there will know your name,
so strange how things should work out now
yet still remain the same,
and even so you know there's nothing
that can ever really change