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Upon the bitter green she walked the hills above the town |
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Echo to her footsteps as soft as eider down |
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Waiting for her master to kiss away her tears |
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Waiting through the years |
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Bitter green they called her |
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Walking in the sun |
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Loving everyone that she met |
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Bitter green they called her |
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Waiting in the sun |
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Waiting for someone to take her home |
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Some say he was a sailor who died away at sea |
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Some say he was a prisoner who never was set free |
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Lost upon the ocean he died there in the mist |
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Dreaming of her kiss |
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Bitter green they called her |
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Walking in the sun |
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Loving everyone that she met |
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Bitter green they called her |
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Waiting in the sun |
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Waiting for someone to take her home |
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But now the bitter green is gone, the hills have turned to rust |
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There comes a weary stranger, his tears fall in the dust |
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Kneeling by the churchyard in the autumn mist |
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Dreaming of a kiss |
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Bitter green they called her |
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Walking in the sun |
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Loving everyone that she met |
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Bitter green they called her |
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Waiting in the sun |
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Waiting for someone to take her home |
