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And wish you well my little darling |
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wish you well where you go |
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only mountains could carry a worry |
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with a weight like that |
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Moss and marrow, flowers hidden |
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Lichen on an eastern side |
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pulling through us what was once lost |
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to be laid in light |
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and boil the bones in the clear spring water |
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bring that water to my mouth |
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gonna lose my mother |
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gonna lose my father |
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and the child is gone |
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A beaten path where my memory meets you |
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in golden autumn evening light |
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leaves enclose us, and turning takes us |
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from each other's side |
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And wish you well my little darling |
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wish you well, where you go |
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I release you, I release you |
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to the wild open |
