| Came the night a mist dissolved the trees
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| And in the broken light colours fly, fading by Pale and cold as figures fill the glade
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| Grey is the web they spin, on and on, and on and on Through the flame still summer lingers on Through her pictures soon shatter
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| All, always the same
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| But there appears in the shades of dawning
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| Though your eyes are dim
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| All of the pieces in the sky
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| There was once a harvest in this land
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| Reap from the turquoise sky, harlequin, harlequin
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| Dancing round three children fill the glade
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| Theirs was the laughter in the winding stream, and in between
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| Close your talk, the picture fades again
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| From the flames in the firelight
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| All, always the same
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| But there appears in the shades of dawning
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| Though your eyes are dim
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| All of the pieces in the sky
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| All, all is not lost
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| And light appears in the shade of dawning
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| When your eyes can see
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| Order the pieces, put them back, put them back |