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Nightingale sing |
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Though it's blacker than the bog |
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Nightingale sing to me |
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I need to hear your song |
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Nightingale come |
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And perch upon my tree |
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A terrifying light's |
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Been flashing over me |
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I would not bear to rest |
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I could not dare to dream |
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Til the nightingale came |
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And sang a song for me |
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She'll sing above the blasts |
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And the clothing singed by fire |
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She'll sing above the black smoke |
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Rising from the funeral pyre |
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Her heart a field in bloom |
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Her heart a sacred snow |
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Her heart a mirror blinding |
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All the greedy as they go |
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I would not bear to rest |
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I could not dare to dream |
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Til the nightingale came |
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And sang a song for me |
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I cannot help but want |
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To solder all the parts |
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Solder back together |
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All the shattered hearts |
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Nightingale come |
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And perch upon my tree |
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The terrifying night's |
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Been crashing over me |
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I would not bear to rest |
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I could not dare to dream |
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Til the nightingale came |
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And sang a song for me |
