• Still – Peter Sinfield & Greg Lake
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    Still – Peter Sinfield & Greg Lake

    Still I wonder how it is to be a stream, from a dark well constant flowing, Winding seawards over ancient mossy wheels yet feel no need of knowing? Still I wonder how it is to be a tree, circled servant of the seasons, only drink on sky and rake the winter wind and need no seal of reasons? Still I wonder why I wonder why I’m here All my words just the shaft of my flail As I race o’er this beautiful sphere Like a dog who his chasing his . . . tailors and tinkers, princes and Incas, sailors and sinkers, before me and like me . . .…