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Like the moon pools on the water |
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And water pulls the sand |
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Like starlight drifts a billion years |
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To flicker once above your head |
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Circadas in the oak tree |
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are singing to the sky |
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And I am calling out to you across this lonely night |
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Come back to the valley |
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The green willow valley |
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in the cool of evening |
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I'm waiting here for you |
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Can you feel the wings of birds |
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Unfold across the sky |
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Can you hear the blades of grass calling to the light? |
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THere are rivers underground |
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Rushing cold and wild |
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And I am calling out to you |
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Across this lonely night |
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Come back to the valley |
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the green willow valley |
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in the cool of evening |
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I'm waiting here for you |
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And we lie under the willows |
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on of a bed of fallen leaves |
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I will bring you apples |
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And water from the stream |
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I will pull the thorns from your blistered feet |
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Can't you hear me calling |
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in the whispers of the trees? |
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Come back to the valley |
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the green willow valley |
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in the cool of the evening |
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I'm waiting here for you |