| I shall goe until a hare
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| Wi sorrow and such mickle care
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| I sall goe in the devil’s name
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| An while I go home again
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| I am ruled by the moon
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| I move under her mantle
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| I am the symbol of her moods
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| Of rebirths cycle
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| I am companion to the Gods
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| I can conceive while I am pregnant
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| I call the dawn and spring in
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| I am the advent
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| I bring life from water
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| In a cup that must be broken
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| I whisper to the bursting egg
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| I’m Aestre’s token
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| Scent of dog, scent of man
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| Closer closer, smell them coming
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| Hot breath, hot death
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| Closer closer, hard the running
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| Tongues pant, hearts thump
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| Closer closer, through the fields
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| Teeth snap, bones crack
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| Closer closer, at my heels
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| Nearer, yet and nearer
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| I can hear the hunter’s knife
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| He is running for my dinner
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| I am running for my life
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| Winter wakeneth al my care
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| Nou this leues waxeth bare;
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| Ofte y sike ant mourne sare
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| When hit cometh in my thoht
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| Of this worldes joie hou hit geth al to noht
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| Man sprays no weeds
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| The scythe cuts, the corn bleeds
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| Leverets trapped in a harvest blade
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| 'Tis the time of man, the hare said
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| Here’s the tractor, here’s the plough
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| And where shall we go now
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| We’ll lie in forms as still as the dead
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| In the open fields, the hare said
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| No cover but the camouflage
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| From the winter’s wild and bitter rage
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| All our defence is in our legs
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| We run like the wind, the hare said
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| I’ve been cursed, I’ve been despised
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| As a witch with darkest powers
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| I shall goe until a hare
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| I’ve been hunted trapped and punished
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| In these my darkest hours
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| Wi' sorrow and such mickle care
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| I’ve been thrown into the fire
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| But I do not fear it
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| I shall goe until a hare
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| It purifies and resurrects
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| And I can bear it
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| Wi' sorrow and such mickle care
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| I’ve outrun dogs and foxes
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| And I’ve dodged the tractor wheels
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| I shall goe until a hare
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| I’ve survived your persecution
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| And your ever-changing fields
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| Wi' sorrow and such mickle care
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| I will run and run forever
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| Where the wild fields are mine
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| I shall goe until a hare
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| I’m a symbol of endurance
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| Running through the mists of time
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| Wi' sorrow and such mickle care |