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Dark the stars and dark the moon. |
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Hush the night and the morning gloom. |
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Tell the horses and beat on your drum. |
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Gone their master, gone their son. |
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Dark the oceans dark the sky. |
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Hush the whales and the ocean tide. |
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Tell the soldiers and beat on your drum. |
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Gone their master gone their son. |
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Dark to light and light to dark. |
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Three black carriages, three white carts. |
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What brings us together is what pulls us apart. |
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Gone our brother gone our heart. |
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Hush the whales and the ocean tide. |
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Tell the soldiers and beat on your drum. |
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Gone their master, gone their son. |
