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Is this how they'll find her? |
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Pale blue frock-coat, snagged full of needles |
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Belly full of sunshine |
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And what will they do without him? (Without him) |
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Now she's gone |
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What will they do without him? (Without him) |
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The sheep on the hill |
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allured in the darkness - |
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The years of the darkness startled by thunder - |
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Gathered for safety |
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They dressed her in wool-coats |
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And what will they do without him? (Without him) |
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Now she's gone |
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What will they do? |
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Her hair that was blonde is matted and brown |
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The heft of her body impresses the ground |
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Softened by rainfall, soaked right through |
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The lightening sky and the darkening blue |
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And what will they do? |
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Now she's gone |
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Give her your shoes, boy, |
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lend her some threads, |
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a fine line of linen stripped from your bed |
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What's with the face, child? |
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The smaller the bird, the closer it stood |
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Coming still closer from the edge of the woods |
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In the down of the den six hearts lie beating |
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The ground softens up and welcomes her in |
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You've been gone so long, honey, where have you been? |
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You are destined for better, surely nothing so cruel |
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What once was unwritten 's dyed in the wool |
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Her hair that was blond is matted and brown |
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The weight of her body impresses the ground |
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Softened by rainfall, soaked right through |
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The lightening sky and the darkening blue |
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Is this how they'll find her? |
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Last ounce of courage |
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Face full of sunshine |