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Tremors of dark heart |
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departs as you come near |
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underneath the orchard |
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branches bare |
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better the bitter cold |
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for into your hand to fold |
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semaphore your sorrow |
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I'll decipher code. |
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We drum for the winter sun |
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dream to bury the gun |
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wait for providence to come |
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send our love to those we wish here |
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at this time of year |
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What frankincense or myrrh do they seek |
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to send our soldiers to those burning sands? |
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how many crosses more must we stigmata our soil with |
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until we reveal the blood on our hands? |
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We drum for the winter sun |
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dream to bury the gun |
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wait for providence to come |
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send our love to those we wish here |
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at this time of year |
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I've been so worried about the future |
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staring at the failures of my past |
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I've got to really pull mysel0 ftogether |
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for to wake that winter sun at last |
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We drum for the winter sun |
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send our love |
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wish you were here |
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at this time of year |
