| This is the fortress that time built
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| It’s cold and uninviting, well
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| You stopped by and last night beneath the trailing ivy
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| These are the shoes that I had wore when there it was on
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| On that day last winter
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| You left me frozen and forlorn
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| I swore I’d never known you better
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| But oh, you did not know me at all
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| Til you had seen me fight with the dead of the night
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| Still you hold me closer to your chest
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| And you are the one that I like best
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| I always thought if someone had love for me at all
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| They would give up the things that I detest
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| I know you’d never change a thing, not for anyone or anything
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| But when you cannot spare an hour
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| Won’t you spare a thought for a dying flower?
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| And oh, who really knows you at all if you cannot
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| Talk of your greatest thoughts?
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| Still you pull me closer to your chest
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| And you are the one that I love best
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| So go to the fields and you wait for me
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| I’ll show you the oath that I used to tread
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| To tread
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| High on the hill where the rain came down
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| Hunching its toes in the cold hard ground |
| Oh I stood in your shadow
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| I was jumping and starting at every sound |