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The poet's voice lingers on |
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His words hang in the air. |
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The ground you walk upon |
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Might as well not be there. |
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Might as well not be there. |
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I'll take you through my dreams |
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Out into the darkest morning. |
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Past the blood filled streams |
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Into the garden of Jane Delawney. |
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Into her garden now. |
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Though the rose is there |
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Don't pluck it as you pass. |
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For a fire will consume your hair |
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And your eyes will turn to glass. |
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Your eyes will turn to glass. |
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In the willow's shade |
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Don't lie to hear it weep. |
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For its tears of gold and jade |
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Will drown you as you sleep. |
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Will you drown now. |
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Jane Delawney had her dreams |
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That she never did discover. |
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For the flow that feeds the stream |
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Is the life blood of her lover. |
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Is the life blood of her lover. |
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And the purifying beam |
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Of the sun will shine here never. |
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While the spirit of her dream |
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In the garden lives forever. |
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Lives forever now. |
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