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The sandstone man |
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I feel my head fall to the ground |
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Gaping mouth and broken crown |
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The sandstone man |
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Through the bramble snakes |
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That scratched away my face |
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I see the clouds like blossom round the moon |
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The sandstone man |
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Nobody knows where I am |
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I could utter my name to you |
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From my nettle grave |
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The sandstone man |
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The rain erodes my crest |
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My hands into my chest |
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The sandstone man |
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Nobody knows who I am |
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But you know I am close to you |
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I watched a tree grow tall and fall |
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I saw you riding down the rainy lanes |
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In november |
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The sandstone man |
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You have forgotten who I am |
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The honeysuckle twists across my breast |
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And I am happy |
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I see the stinted willows by the frozen stream |
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And the frost as far as eye can see |
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But you have forgotten who I am |
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Sometimes the sky is full of birds |
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But mostly it is empty |