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Semaphore through the seasons |
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With these ageing hands |
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Drunk with death and lilies |
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Twilight in the land |
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Time is a friend to no one |
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And makes it very clear |
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The sun is far behind you |
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And November frost is here |
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As the shadows fall |
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As the day is done |
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let the clock wind down |
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Let the bells be rung |
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Dead seeds for our harvest |
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Mould upon our bread |
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Jackals drown out the service |
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Three witches by our bed |
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The pendulums waving, |
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Looking down at the rocks |
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Dance along the black brick road, |
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Knock, knock on Pandora's box |
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As the shadows fall |
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As the day is done |
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Let the clock wind down |
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Let the bells be rung |
