| While in the form of the ant
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| The goose and the wren
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| Left the shores of Maryland
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| To find better oxygen
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| While the outcry of twenty men
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| Run from the nearby battalion
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| As if we avoid their light
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| That we might make it home tonight
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| And one old crook
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| Carries a very heavy book
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| Friends would say 'sir
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| Are you sure some good
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| Could come of your learning?'
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| And he said 'my girl gave it to me
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| Just before the war
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| I’ve never read a book like this before
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| It’s giving me kind of a kind of a binding'
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| But if it is love then I’m not quite sure if I should keep it
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| But I’ve heard it’s a part of the whole so I guess I need it
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| But I’ll certainly be sure to stay above the ground
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| Lately beautiful things got a way of bringing me down
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| Here lie one hundred men
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| Fighters every one of them
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| They went into the light and oh no
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| They won’t be home tonight
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| And I came upon a kid with a kite
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| Despite the storms said he’s going to fly
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| So I said 'brother
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| What would your mother say?'
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| And he said 'hold your tongue!
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| It was a present
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| And god damn I am a man
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| I ain’t afraid of the rain!'
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| But what can a bystander do?
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| No more than watch the spidery lights take a hold of you
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| But you know I warned you boy
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| You know I told you boy
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| I’ll hold you back boy
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| But now I don’t know but
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| Cause in a curious kind of way
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| I want to grow along with you
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| And morning did come
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| I was standing struck dumb
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| By the man in the sun
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| And the only live one
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| Held a string from his thumb
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| That stretched up to the sky
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| Where the heron flew by
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| Singing 'oh me and oh my!'
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| And the goose and the wren
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| No I have not seen them
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| But the water looks nice
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| So I dare not think twice
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| And I’m sure that they’re fine
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| Very good friends of mine
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| Cause sometimes I can’t tell
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| When things are unwell
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| By the look of the sea
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| Starting straight back at me
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| And I miss 'em I do
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| But I think it is true
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| That when the love go
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| Its the lovers who show
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| Just how lonely they are
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| In a song or a scar
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| Sincerely your friend
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| Write back to me, wren
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| I’ve been thinking too much
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| Down here in the sand
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| The farmer stands and says 'what happened to the land?
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| It used to be fertile. |
| It used to be good, when I was a lad'
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| The farmer calls out to this men says
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| 'It's getting late boys, it’s best you come back in' |