No time now for contrition
The time for that's long past
My walls are thin as tissue
And if I talk I'll crack the glass...
So I only think on how it might have been,
locked in silent monologue, in silent scream
Anyway, I'm much too tired to speak
and, as the waves crash on the bleak
stones of the tower, I start to freak....
...and find that I am overcome...
-- Peter Hammill

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