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S: The smell of peat (and) |
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misty veils obscure |
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this darkened place, our home |
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my hands are sore |
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my life spent in toil |
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had to care for you |
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since you were born |
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B: But hear this voice |
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mother's calling us |
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promising tenderness and warmth |
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oh, sister come |
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can't you hear her moan |
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she's out there in the fen |
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S: Shall I fall, shall I fall, shall I fall for you |
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Shall I fall, shall I fall, shall I follow you |
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B: This flickering sound |
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is guiding us |
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to our mother's lap behind these veils |
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oh, sister please |
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leave all that grind |
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let this song induce you to the light |
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S: It's an illusion, |
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no guiding light |
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our mother's dead and gone, we're all alone |
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my brother see |
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this twinkling shine |
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is a perfidious black butterfly |
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B: Shall I fall, shall I fall, shall I fall for you |
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Shall I fall, shall I fall, shall I follow you |
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S: My love don't go |
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stay right by my side |
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in my arms you shall sleep becalmed |
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B: oh, sister please |
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I'm drained and freezing, |
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the voice out there will care for us |
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B: There's no more fear, |
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no more pain |
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in mother's embrace myself entrust |
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S: Don't leave me now |
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my little love |
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in the clutches |
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of the black butterfly |
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S+B: Shall I fall, shall I fall, shall I fall for you |
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Shall I fall, shall I fall, shall I follow you |
