| Look towards the forest
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| And meet your insignificance
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| Feel the warmth of the ancient fires
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| Look towards the forest
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| There won’t be no tonight
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| The world dies with her
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| There won’t be no tonight
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| She’s long gone
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| «Love is dead and thou art free
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| She doth live but dead to thee «*
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| Look towards the raven
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| As he flies away in the dark
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| Look towards the night
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| That took your love away
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| There won’t be no tonight
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| The world dies with her
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| There won’t be no tonight
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| She’s gone forever
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| «Love is dead and thou art free
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| She doth live but dead to thee «*
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| (*Robert Deveraux, Earl of Essex) |