| In shrouding veil of thickening dusk
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| In the caress of darkening woods
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| There winds my path, narrow and fading
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| Let this twilight linger long upon me
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| Moon and stars take over when sun has fled
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| And bring her scent to me
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| Bring her scent to me
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| May the blowing of winds cease
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| And all birds fall silent from singing
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| May the dreary waters lay still
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| And hands of time stop turning
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| So in forms of evening mist
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| I can feel her slender grace
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| In shades of deep green
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| I can drown in her tender eyes
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| Now that her light has gone away
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| All this searching has led astray
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| These turns are filled with grieving
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| These moments with loss
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| What a cruel world
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| Left for me to roam alone
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| What a scornful faith
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| Took my light away
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| Neither the glittering dew on moors
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| Nor the the whispering wind in dales
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| But only these shadows of green
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| Can remind me of her
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| Can remind me of her
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| May the blowing of winds cease
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| And all birds fall silent from singing
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| May the dreary waters lay still
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| And hands of time stop turning
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| So in forms of evening mist
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| I can feel her slender grace
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| In shades of deep green
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| I can drown in her tender eyes
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| What a cruel world
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| Left for me to roam alone
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| What a scornful faith
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| Took my light away
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| What a cruel world
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| Left for me to roam alone
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| What a scornful faith
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| Took my light away |