The sky is webbed with echoes The sky is webbed with echoes

Then circle slowly on thin ice In the rink, the dancers blink, Then circle slowly on thin ice In the rink, the dancers blink,

I got a black ink in my pen... in my pen, in my pen I got a black ink in my pen... in my pen, in my pen

Wonder what will happen To those words which spoke to me once. Wonder what will happen To those words which spoke to me once.

Beautiful is our society on the lap of modernity Handsome are the civilized men by virtue of penm... Beautiful is our society on the lap of modernity Handsome are the civilized m...

OH yes!!! I am going for picnic.. In the ink society... OH yes!!! I am going for picnic.. In the ink society...