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Came the night |
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A mist dissolved the trees |
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And in the broken light colors fly |
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Fading byPale and cold |
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As figures fill the glade |
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Grey is the web they spin |
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On and on, and on and on |
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Through the flame still summer lingers on |
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Though her pictures soon shatter |
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All, always the same |
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But there appears in the shades of dawning |
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Though your eyes are dim |
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All of the pieces in the sky |
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There was once |
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A harvest in this land |
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Reap from the turquoise sky |
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Harlequin, harlequin |
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Dancing 'round |
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Three children fill the glade |
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Theirs was the laughter in the winding stream |
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And in between |
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Close your door, the picture fades again |
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From the flames in the firelight |
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All, always the same |
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But there appears in the shades of dawning |
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Though your eyes are dim |
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All of the pieces in the sky |
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All, all is not lost |
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And light appears in the shades of dawning |
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When your eyes can see |
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Order the pieces, put them back, put them back |
