Leaving Chekhov in the drawer
Throw the bankers at the window
Where the panic and the fear
Palest moonlight ever
Silver everywhere
Was the greater meaning
Hiding in the past
Did we send it all to bed
While the spirits of the poor
Jitterbug on judgement day

In the garden of the pale blue light
There's a lady trading dreams with flight
Can we go too far to win
While the gamblers make a fortune
On the backs we let them break

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