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My name is Jacob Fleet |
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I feel the solid world |
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Revolve beneath my feet |
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I stride over plains |
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Through the copse |
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And through the glade |
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I pace through the day |
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And a voice tells me |
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'Never stop, never stay |
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Don't let your shadow fade' |
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I scale the steeple streets |
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All empty but for song |
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Wood-smoke and Sabbath meat |
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I pace down the lanes |
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If I stop my shadow fades |
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I walk and I pray |
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And the wind tells me |
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'Oh come back home again' |
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And the hedges began to hum |
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'Never stop, never stay |
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Don't let your shadow fade' |
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My name is Jacob Fleet |
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I walk the golden mist |
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Of Alabaster Street |
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My scant figure strays |
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Through the lost |
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Withe lilac lanes |
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Where heavens angels prey |
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But I will not stop or stay |
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I rage into the day |
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And the wind tells me |
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'Oh come back home again' |
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And the hedges began to hum |
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'Never stop, never stay |
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Don't let your shadow fade' |
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I saw a girl standing by a pail |
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I heard the tell-tale wind |
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In the windmill sails |
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through the reefer haze you call |