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There were almost four hundred untill the black day
I discovered how high they would fly to the sky
If you used them for tennis instead of a ball

Zinging glass satellites crueller than fate
Whacked with a racked up into the blue
I'd smashed all the greenhouses on the estate
And a crowd formed a queue at the gate...



Written by: Marillion, Julia Meyer

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Marbles 3
Marillion



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