| Come let’s be gentle, be soft in my arms
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| There’s moonstorms been brewing and grain in the barns
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| Your mother is sleeping, I’ll play my guitar
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| The twilight is keeping us close to the stars
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| Here’s where the stories live, here with the peace
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| Oh the kindly ol' night wrapped warm in her fleece
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| Oh dream up a hot day, oh dream and be full
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| Of Orion, his bow, the plough and the bull
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Go trust in their strength for these are your friends
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| And pledge in them now for their love knows no end
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| The bull looks a meanie but he’s on your side
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| And he pulls the plough which comes and divides
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| Put space in the heavens, Einstein’s idea
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| And he’s your friend too, so nothing to fear
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| Orion’ll help there, his darts find the dark
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| And all you need do is watch for his mark
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| The suns and the moons and the galaxies far
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| Were cast from his bow before they were stars
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| Oh and the gap in-between them is nothing to us
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| Our eyes cut the distance as loving eyes must
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| From me unto you son from dust unto dust
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling
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| Oh, my darling |