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Come let's be gentle, be soft in my arms |
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There's moonstorms been brewing and grain in the barns |
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Your mother is sleeping, I'll play my guitar |
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The twilight is keeping us close to the stars |
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Here's where the stories live, here with the peace |
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Oh the kindly ol' night wrapped warm in her fleece |
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Oh dream up a hot day, oh dream and be full |
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Of Orion, his bow, the plough and the bull |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Go trust in their strength for these are your friends |
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And pledge in them now for their love knows no end |
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The bull looks a meanie but he's on your side |
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And he pulls the plough which comes and divides |
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Put space in the heavens, Einstein's idea |
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And he's your friend too, so nothing to fear |
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Orion'll help there, his darts find the dark |
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And all you need do is watch for his mark |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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The suns and the moons and the galaxies far |
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Were cast from his bow before they were stars |
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Oh and the gap in-between them is nothing to us |
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Our eyes cut the distance as loving eyes must |
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From me unto you son from dust unto dust |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
