| Half way through the wheat, my golden foe
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| With his itching ears in the scorching heat
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| The weight of summer, torment to my hands
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| Armed with a sickle I am out for his beguiling glance
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| Thought I heared a mare neighing from the creek
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| Where in every hour spared we anxiously would meet
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| Drunken whispers noone could hear
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| 'til the day when hordes of wasps
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| Poisoned every hour so passed
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| She was faint as I when she spoke to me
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| Reluctantly. |
| Words came through
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| Words of leaving here and leaving me
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| And her eyes grew bigger then
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| Bound in moonlit glittering
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| She Leaned to me and whispered tears into my ear
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| Well, I went to see the creek again
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| And many a day I’d stand at its shoreline wondering
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| If it might be heading north
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| Through the timber, passed the lake and our chalet
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| Should have gone with her, should have gone with me
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| But I stayed when she begged me
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| To come with her, never to separate, never to be alone
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| And lept silent when I should have sung the song of heart
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| And remained loyal to the thief
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| There is a road that I must travel
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| May it be paved or unseen
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| May I be hindered by a thousand stones
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| Still onward I’d crawl down on my knees
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| At sudden swallows took upon the scene
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| Heralding what I could not have foreseen
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| A threat of rain on the dark horizon
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| A strong foreboding of a storm arising
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| And willows’d roar, midges dazzled
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| Birches sigh from painful lessons
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| Lessons they’d learned in life
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| That every stem breaks if bent too far
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| Will I run for a shelter and quiver?
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| Will I run away, be idle and shiver?
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| And thunders pound so hard, pound the drums of warfare
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| Hungry clouds draw closer with reptile teeth as lightning
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| Is it the fear of the inevitable that is keeping me awaiting?
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| I am rigid as of reverence, still and enduring
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| I must have seen it coming
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| Oh my longing’s neverending. |
| Time’s so pale
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| So come with colors, paint it burning red
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| I fear no more, can see clearly now
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| The morning sun beyond the clouds
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| And when the dark night seems endless
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| With only a quarter moon left of light
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| I am longing back to times of splendor
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| Longing far away, away from here and back to you
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| I swagger back and forth dancing the betrayer’s dance
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| For the last of all times, I swear
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| For the last damn time, I swear !
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| I am over and through with all your lectures
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| I know this is the right step to do
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| Over and through with all you lectures
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| I know this is the right thing to do !
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| If I don’t leave now I will be lost in the hot burning dungeon
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| They have oh so thoroughly prepared for me to all eternity
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| Hear her whispering feel my cheek ablaze
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| And I take the first step of a thousand more to come
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| There is a road that I must travel
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| May it be paved or unseen
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| May I be hindered by a thousand stones
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| Still onward I’d crawl down on my knees |