There were women holding rosaries
On the day Manolette died
Teenage girls in soft white dresses
Standing silent peace respecting
Groups of boys held in their hands
The fragments of a shattered idol
The old men with their traditions challenged
Refrained from tears
Neck neck hook
Poles of wood
The Picadores stood eyes ablaze
Cloaked in bold tones
In the stockyard the beasts
Did climb their barriers
Bid by a frenzied ring
Bred for one purpose only
o die in man's sport
Dash against his spindle
An instant fell to wounding
On the day
Swords penetrating
On the day Torches igniting
On the day
Flower wreaths encircling
The day On the day
On the day Manolette died
Teenage girls in soft white dresses
Standing silent peace respecting
Groups of boys held in their hands
The fragments of a shattered idol
The old men with their traditions challenged
Refrained from tears
Neck neck hook
Poles of wood
The Picadores stood eyes ablaze
Cloaked in bold tones
In the stockyard the beasts
Did climb their barriers
Bid by a frenzied ring
Bred for one purpose only
o die in man's sport
Dash against his spindle
An instant fell to wounding
On the day
Swords penetrating
On the day Torches igniting
On the day
Flower wreaths encircling
The day On the day
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dance to the sun a kiss to the earth embrace a stone come the small black book come the brandy cask o...
Heaven is this heaven wher we are See them walking if youi dare if you call that walking Stumble stagger f...
A lie to say 34 O my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig 500 men with axes and they all dig for me 34...
Well they left then in the morning a hundred pairs of wings In the light moved together in the colors o...
For whom do the bells toll When sentenced to die The stuttering rifles Will stifle the cry The mo...
Crowds gather round kneeling at the feet of common thieves Hungry for the word but God would never spe...
You were looking away from me western skies calling you Colors spilling running dazzling you I was ...
I dreamed of a circle I dreamed of a circle round And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed...
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