[00:30.62]The poet's voice lingers on
[00:35.01]His words hang in the air.
[00:41.17]The ground you walk upon
[00:44.95]Might as well not be there.
[00:52.77]Might as well not be there.
[01:01.45]I'll take you through my dreams
[01:06.05]Out into the darkest morning.
[01:13.23]Past the blood filled streams
[01:19.21]Into the garden of Jane Delawney.
[01:24.91]Into her garden now.
[01:39.40]Though the rose is there
[01:44.00]Don't pluck it as you pass.
[01:49.73]For a fire will consume your hair
[01:56.00]And your eyes will turn to glass.
[02:02.25]Your eyes will turn to glass.
[02:08.22]In the willow's shade
[02:15.11]Don't lie to hear it weep.
[02:21.38]For its tears of gold and jade
[02:27.32]Will drown you as you sleep.
[02:33.07]Will you drown now.
[02:53.38]Jane Delawney had her dreams
[02:57.54]That she never did discover.
[03:04.00]For the flow that feeds the stream
[03:10.28]Is the life blood of her lover.
[03:15.92]Is the life blood of her lover.
[03:21.80]And the purifying beam
[03:25.58]Of the sun will shine here never.
[03:31.39]While the spirit of her dream
[03:36.83]In the garden lives forever.
[03:43.51]Lives forever now.
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