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Wings of the Roundel

*(Verse 1)*
In the shadows of the steel skies,
Where the iron birds take flight,
A black ring marks our fate,
In the depths

Roundels decorate
Breathing clamly
Stomata inspirate
Shadowed, unalarmed

Petioles pulse
With particular pleasantries
Golden-orbed and gallant

Making Dens

Mystery Jets

Making Dens

2006

I have a plane
One of the few with roundels on its wings
A lullaby for me and you
When it flies high, it sings

Rock me to sleep with Que Sera

they lose or will they find (find find)

Then you lift your eyes
And send a smile
To the Roundel in the sky (my)
So many promises
So many left

been worn
The age only makes me a little more sure
Now that we know that it's always been
True to its form
Roundel said son why don't you turn and face