| Something happened here in this cold deserted place
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| Where mighty walls have vanished leaving not a trace
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| Something’s not quite right where ravens cast a guilty eye
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| And hidden reason still continues to deny
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| But, Mary, I can feel your pain
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| I can hear your heart breaking
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| On the silent fields of Fotheringay
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| I can hear your heart breaking
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| We give our might to men who take it as their own
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| And in our name destroy with every thrown stone
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| We stand the simple fools we watch them break it down
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| But the stolen voice lies silent it cannot make a sound
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| But, Mary, I can feel your pain
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| I can hear your heart breaking
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| On the silent fields of Fotheringay
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| I can hear your heart breaking
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| We’ve found a darkness here belief has withered well away
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| And time has sacrificed but no one dares to say
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| But, Mary, I can feel your pain
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| I can hear your heart breaking
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| On the silent fields of Fotheringay
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| I can hear your heart breaking |