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it was just before the moon hung |
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her weary, heavy hating |
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the gallows and the graves hold |
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the milky, milky cradle |
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his tears have turned to poppies |
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a shimmer in the midnight |
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a flower in the twilight |
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and her screaming,is in his screaming |
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her screaming in the willow |
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they took him to the gallows |
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he fought them all the way though |
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and when they asked us how we knew his name |
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we died just before him |
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her eyes are in the flowers |
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her hands are in the branches |
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her voice is in the breezes |
| [01:54.53] |
and her screaming |
| [01:58.53] |
is in his screaming |
| [02:04.53] |
her screaming in the willow tree |
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we're waiting by the willow |
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her milky, milky cradle |
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her lock it's long and roasted |
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his picture worn and weathered |
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her hair is in the garden |
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her roses in the toeses |
| [03:14.53] |
her rules are in the blossoms |
| [03:18.53] |
her eyes are in the branches |
| [03:23.53] |
and her screaming |
| [03:27.53] |
is in his screaming |
| [03:31.53] |
her screaming in the willow tree |
| [03:43.53] |
and her screaming |
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her screaming in the willow tree |
