How strange to sit and eat while this is hereThe faces staring at you from the milk
D'you feel the world conspiring with your fear?
They're tying up your heart with threads of silk.
They're tiny threads like tiny bits of news,
They tangle round your sweet celestial wings
They slip around the bottom of your shoes
And stop you trying new and different things.
Don't move, don't go, don't fly away from me,
Don't let somebody take you in the night
Don't trust your neighbour, though he friendly be
Don't ever let your children out of sight.
The family round the breakfast table stare,
At nightmares conjured from the heavenly air.
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