| He walked through the dew and his feet were getting wet
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| He looked up above and saw the coming day
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| And he said to himself as though rehearsing lines
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| I’ll go You stay away
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| He pulled his collar up and tucked his scarf into his jacket
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| Took out a cigarette and smoked it to the sky
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| And watched the morning stars dissapear
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| And the moon and the owls that float around up high above him.
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| And the hedges that were not cut dripping down with wet
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| And the blackberries that had rotted on the thorn
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| He said I won’t forget it and don’t regret
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| I gave something to you
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| You gave it back to me And all this time I thought of you
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| Your dress was flying in the dew
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| And the shadows say
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| Come to me Come to me Some day
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| With your dress dried by the sun
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| And no one is here but you and I We watched the aeroplanes fly across here
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| But think of me sometimes as well
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| And all this time I thought of you
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| Your dress was flying in the dew
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| And the shadows still say
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| Come to me This way
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| With your dress dried by the sun
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| And no one is here but you and I We watched the aeroplanes fly across here
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| But think of me sometimes as well |