| She loves full and true, as a fighting bequest
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| She was given her earth by a sea come to rest
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| And the children she bore loved this truly too much
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| Calloused pride come to die in our hands as we touch
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| And so soften me now, let me take as it’s given
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| For the wind’s started up and the lady is risen
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| Is it snowing in London and warm in your bed?
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| Have I nothing to give you, I’m cold in your head
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| But you’re burning in mine, come to rest off the train
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| In the silence you’ve gone and the train comes again
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| It’s been years since I saw you, I’ve learned how to live
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| And the love’s back in swing and the lady is risen
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| Tell me where have the saints gone, oh where is the pull
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| They flourished in times that were guarded with wool
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| You know limbless they marched till they fell off the map
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| Are you sick of them falling like crumbs on your lap
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| You once told me that this isn’t all that there is
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| And the band started up and the lady is risen
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| You know life isn’t always like the end of your novels
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| Oh, things might wind up but they always unravel
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| And I’ll watch you with eyes that can see, I can see
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| That you’re too good at pulling that wool over me
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| And I’ll fight but there’s nothing here I find to resist
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| And the wind’s started up and the lady is risen |