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Are you weary of the lengthening days? |
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Do you secretly wish for november's rain? |
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And the harvest moon top reign in the sky (now that it's june) |
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There is nothing in this world more bitter than spring |
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Now i wrote you this letter |
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Because the clothes were hung on the line |
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And the crows flew out of the field |
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And up into the sky |
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I'm lying here in the station |
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Stretching out on the tracks |
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For all the possible places that i might arrive |
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There is nothing in this world more bitter than love |
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In all those long days of june |
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Bring me the long, brown grass now that it's dry |
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There is nothing in this world more bitter than spring |
