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982 B
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54 lines
982 B
Plaintext
Is this the last meeting place?
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Will you find me inside the haze?
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And will you come?
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Will you come?
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While you are searching me, my work is done
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Please tell nobody that I am real
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They will run over you
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It will never heal
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You must forget
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You must forget
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Lies this in between certain kind of regret
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I see them side to be wide
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On the birds of the flowers
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I will not move
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But the wind is blowing
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In the fields
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I see them side to be wide
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On the birds of the flowers
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I will not move
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But the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing
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In the fields
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And in the end you came to late
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Let's talk to my hair
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I guess that's a fate
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I will grow fast
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The highest tree in the field
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You bark up at last
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I close my eyes,
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Recognize your steps at the meadow
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I will make a single noise
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In my lovely cave
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I close my eyes,
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Recognize your steps at the meadow
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I will make a single noise
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In my lovely cave
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_______________________
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Name Song For A Sailor
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Artist Hundreds
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Album Let's Write The Streets
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