| Hold me care-tight, hold me spellbound
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| Cold and hand held over new ground
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| Ancient whims have led us here
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| Calling things have chewed our ears
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| Skin’s been drawn tight, breaking dawn-light
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| We’re a well, a well from full heights
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| Oh, you’re my place to go
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| It’s in your shadows, learning, gathered
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| In your pockets, children gathered
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| Oh, now you’re all I know
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| If I walk near you I hear voices
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| Swirling truths and fractured choices
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| Rapture in the sycamores, spinning to the seed-strewn floor
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| Wet green shoots still as dead roots
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| Well met, well met, my dear one
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| Oh, you’re my place to go
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| It’s in your shadows, learning, gathered
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| In your pockets, children gathered
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| Oh, now you’re all I know
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| Mountains found us, rivers came by
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| All the green things, all the blue sky
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| Song of sorrow, song of death
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| Song to step out emptiness
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| Sing these songs of ages gone by
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| Song about the future could lie
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| Oh, you’re my place to go
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| It’s your shadows, learning, gathered
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| In your pockets, children gathered
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| Oh, now you’re all I know
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| We’re a well, a well from full heights
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| Oh, you’re my place to go
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| It’s in your shadows, learning, gathered
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| In your pockets, children gathered
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| Oh oh, now you’re all I know |