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All the riders on the rise |
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And circlers from every side. |
| [00:30.86] |
All the riders on the rise |
| [00:36.44] |
And circlers from every side. |
| [00:40.38] |
Eyes up! |
| [00:45.50] |
Light floods around in a yellow shadow |
| [00:50.72] |
After night comes down |
| [00:54.22] |
|
| [00:57.64] |
I a ground-whirl fall |
| [01:00.58] |
Into a dull dumb swipe. |
| [01:02.26] |
And all's white. |
| [01:04.89] |
Fire painting on the pines, |
| [01:08.96] |
Hawks above the timber-line, |
| [01:12.14] |
Water weeping from the ice. |
| [01:14.65] |
Fire painting on the pines, |
| [01:19.36] |
Water weeping from the ice. |
| [01:25.24] |
Heat is lost. |
| [01:28.42] |
Winter rocks into a lonely boxwood grove. |
| [01:33.86] |
And quiet snowfall smothers all of the lawns |
| [01:42.92] |
|
| [01:43.67] |
Where the ladies coughed and cried, |
| [01:48.01] |
"I don't want to be there when it's time!" |
| [02:00.40] |
|
| [02:24.96] |
The dying stag is on his side. |
| [02:27.47] |
The hunters are hiding, up on high. |
| [02:30.46] |
The wind is beating through the briars. |
| [02:31.96] |
The dying stag is on his side. |
| [02:32.90] |
The hunters are hiding, up on high. |
| [02:33.97] |
The wind is beating through the briars. |
| [02:36.04] |
Waves on the graves of the saints. |
| [02:41.10] |
Dull grey as the sea pushes land away. |
| [02:47.16] |
|
| [02:51.65] |
Dull ache when you wake. |
| [02:57.10] |
Grey smoke shows the way you walk |
| [02:59.16] |
Down by when it's time. |
| [03:02.91] |
I don't want to be there |
| [03:08.35] |
When it's time to go down, |
| [03:15.74] |
|
| [03:16.63] |
Down, I don't want to go |
| [03:19.99] |
Down there alone. |
| [03:23.30] |
|
| [03:27.08] |
Down, down, I don't want to go |
| [03:35.63] |
|
| [03:49.71] |
Down there alone. |
