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Out in the wood |
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Where the autumn leaves |
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Lie listless in the wind |
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On a granite tor |
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The deserted moor |
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Where the gallows stand |
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And the tears that fell from your face |
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Cursed the ground of this place |
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By the hanging tree |
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And I wish I could be free |
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From the shadows dancing over me |
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Maybe I could see |
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Through the darkness to appoint of light |
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My eyes will be opened tonight |
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By the hanging tree |
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Seasons come |
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And seasons go |
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But there are no leaves to show |
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On this poisoned ground |
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By the hanging tree |
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No flower will ever grow |
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And the tears fell like rain |
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On the barren dust of this terrain |
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And the land that I knew |
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Became the place where crosses grew |
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Standing in line |
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By the hanging tree |
