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Pink Floyd |
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Ummagumma |
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Grantchester Meadows |
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Icy wind of night, be gome. |
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This is not your domain. |
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In the sky a bird was heard to cry. |
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Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds |
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Belied a deathly silence that lay all around. |
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Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground. |
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See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water. |
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And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees, |
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Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea. |
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In the lazy water meadow |
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I lay me down. |
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All around me, |
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Golden sunflakes settle on the ground, |
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Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon, |
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Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room. |
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Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground. |
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See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water. |
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And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees, |
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Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea. |
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In the lazy water meadow |
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I lay me down. |
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All around me, |
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Golden sunflakes covering the ground, |
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Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon, |
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Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room. |
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Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground. |
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See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water. |
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And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees, |
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Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea. |
