| I made a sideways motion
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| Turning a new leaf
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| The single minded miner’s girl
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| Was there to share my grief
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| I shivered in the butter wind
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| Three times the cockerel crowed
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| I waited for the river
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| But the river did not flow.
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| An autumn turned to silver
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| Winter turned to gold
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| The weatherman said dress up
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| Oh but I did not feel the cold
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| Kids waited with toboggans
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| As I sheltered from the snow
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| I waited for the river
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| But the river did not flow.
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| I will drink the milk from you breasts
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| Meld myself to you
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| Collect the valley lilies
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| The worshippers once strew
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| My body aches with hunger
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| Yet your belly has to grow
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| I waited for the river
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| But the river did not flow.
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| Maybe you think, a lot like me
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| Of those who live beside the sea
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| Who feel so free, so I surmise
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| With their comfortable homes, and wives
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| Who end up drinking tea together
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| In the afternoon of their lives.
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| They build their homes upon the seashore
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| The quicksand castles of their dreams
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| Yet take no notice of the North wind
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| Which tears their building at the seams.
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| In their dismay and blind confusion
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| The weeping widows clutch their shawls
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| While as the sea mist ever deepens
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| The sailors hear the sirens' calls.
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| And in the maelstrom sea which follows
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| The lifeboat sinks without a trace
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| And yet there still remain survivors
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| To bear the shame of their disgrace.
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| Last night I lay in bed
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| And held myself
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| Trying to remember
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| How it once was with you
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| How your hands were softer.
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| Yesterday I found myself
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| Rather like the sailor
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| In my own home surroundings
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| I’m not sure I know me.
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| If you were me what would you do
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| Don’t tell me I don’t need you to
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| It won’t help me now. |