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This is the fortress that time built |
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It's cold and uninviting, well |
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You stopped by and last night beneath the trailing ivy |
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These are the shoes that I had wore when there it was on |
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On that day last winter |
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You left me frozen and forlorn |
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I swore I'd never known you better |
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But oh, you did not know me at all |
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Til you had seen me fight with the dead of the night |
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Still you hold me closer to your chest |
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And you are the one that I like best |
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I always thought if someone had love for me at all |
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They would give up the things that I detest |
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I know you'd never change a thing, not for anyone or anything |
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But when you cannot spare an hour |
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Won't you spare a thought for a dying flower? |
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And oh, who really knows you at all if you cannot |
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Talk of your greatest thoughts? |
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Still you pull me closer to your chest |
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And you are the one that I love best |
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So go to the fields and you wait for me, |
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I'll show you the oath that I used to tread |
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To tread |
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High on the hill where the rain came down |
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Hunching its toes in the cold hard ground |
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Oh I stood in your shadow |
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I was jumping and starting at every sound |
