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Evensong |
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The day is over. |
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And still so heavy on the mind: |
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in flew glowing, smiling Mother, butterfly |
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in yellow |
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to join the frowning cactus crowd. |
| [00:46.00] |
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| [00:48.02] |
Finding flowers - even there - to flutter round. |
| [00:53.11] |
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I thought, Isn't Mother grand? |
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The way she flies and flies |
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into the sting of the cold |
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and the prick of the barbed wire. |
| [01:09.30] |
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Isn't mother grand |
| [01:15.07] |
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to gladly fly and swiftly fly |
| [01:19.04] |
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| [01:20.35] |
into the sting of the cold |
| [01:22.34] |
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| [01:23.09] |
and the prick of the barbed wire. |
| [01:25.87] |
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| [01:42.76] |
The day is over |
| [01:44.51] |
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| [01:46.53] |
And still goes passing through the mind: |
| [01:49.90] |
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| [01:51.60] |
in came glowing, smiling Mother, sure and kind. |
| [01:56.74] |
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To rouse us |
| [02:00.67] |
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| [02:02.35] |
to give ourselves out and to cry. |
| [02:06.00] |
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| [02:07.50] |
Birth to warm intentions, worthless otherwise! |
| [02:11.90] |
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| [02:16.73] |
Oh, the lives that brush against us, |
| [02:20.76] |
pass us by and by, |
| [02:22.51] |
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the friends who may or may not come |
| [02:27.81] |
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if we would first invite. |
| [02:30.66] |
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| [02:32.86] |
Oh to open doors, |
| [02:34.52] |
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| [02:35.27] |
to always gladly fly and fly |
| [02:38.11] |
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| [02:39.83] |
into the sting of the cold |
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and the prick of the barded wire |
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