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Marillion
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Marbles 3
There were almost four hundred until 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 racket up into the blue I'd smashed all the greenhouses on the estate And a crowd formed a queue at the gate.
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