| Your name is not at all the same
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| As when you dreamt in bed
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| Your name is quiet and still
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| Whilst you move at night
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| Your name is singing like the sweet birds
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| As The Light Is Leaving You All
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| Score the witch above
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| The breath that falls from that mouse
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| The sleep falls over the Stars
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| Softly knocks the PoliceMan at your door
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| Whilst the MilkMaid sings home
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| On the beck the barge sighs softly
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| Over the lake
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| The birds sing sweetly in the dusk
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| That name masks slowly over moss
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| Whilst the RED skies bolt towards the Hill
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| See the cattle gently lowing
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| The lambs so sweet on grass
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| A thousand dead horsies hover over their skulls
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| Stretch over RED HILL and cover
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| The staircase over the drain
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| A thousand witches softly spelling
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| The low cows slide and click kick and hooves
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| Live bright and their kill glistens in the drain
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| The birds slowly sing sweet songs
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| Far away the RED BARN glows
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| A thousand witches hover
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| Over bush and tree and hedge
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| And The Light Is Leaving Us All |