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I saw you kiss sweet William |
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In a forest of red leaves |
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The rain ran cold against my neck |
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The wind lay down to sleep |
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I walked all night in stillness |
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And I walked all day as well |
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I walked across the desert plains |
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And through the jagged hills |
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I slept inside the north wind |
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In a coracle at sea |
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And in the deepest darkest woods |
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My dreams sang songs to me |
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I dreamed I killed sweet William |
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And I kissed his cold white brow |
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I washed his body in the lake |
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And I sewed his eyelids down |
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Sing a song of sixpence |
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Battles in the past tense |
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Picked out by the snow |
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If I should find sweet William |
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Lying pale beneath the snow |
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I'll row out to the deepest depths |
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And let sweet William go |
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I'll watch him sink beneath the flood |
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And back to where he came |
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And pray to God and death and blood |
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I might forget his name |