| You showed me the plough as it furrowed its way through the night
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| You said it was mine and i waited for hours, just watching it slide
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| Till the dawn filled the sky
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| And the fire of the morning peeled the stars away
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| Leaving the moon in a blanket of grey
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| You gave me the moon in the palm of my hand
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| Glinting like copper and beaten like gold
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| September moon with the rain in its hair
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| Tangling the stars…
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| And i’d give you the air if the air was mine to give you
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| I’d give you the clouds if the clouds weren’t filled with rain
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| I’d give you my heart if you promise to be gentle
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| Won’t you put back the stars so we can see again
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| I watched you sleeping, ever so gently
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| Sleeping so gently and breathing so still
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| Till the dawn in the sky threw its light down over your shoulders
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| And the moon and the sun chased the darkness away
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| And now i know the ocean wave
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| I know the turning of the sea
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| I know that love is sweeter still
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| Than summer breezes turning leaves
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| I know your face i know your hair
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| The colour of your stare
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| The silence in your eyes |