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Short Arctic desert day --

and someone left their snow-shoes in

the Tundra.

Look around every which way

but I can't see just where the footprints


Is it a casual disappearance? --

plucked from the middle atmosphere

like straw wind-blown.

No speck on the horizon --

no simple message scrawled

upon the snow.

Unearthly visitation --

someone left their snow-shoes in the


Hungry buzzard flier

circling round and round

rattling death's tambourine.

Have to run it down the cold wire --

late insertion in tomorrow's lost and


Should I spread out searching? --

but I'm a little thin upon the ground.

So I raise my lips to coax

the last drop of brandy from the bottle.

Rest my feet and contemplate

the mystery that's haunting

this Siberian space.

Show-shoes they bind me down --

I'm just one more parasite of the surface


I begin to get the feeling

I've been on this stage before

and I'm the only player.

One more Arctic desert day --

another set of shoes out in the Tundra


I make my fade to white-out

and you can't see me where my foot-

prints go

Jethro Tull

Tundra / Jethro Tull

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