| The town fell asleep
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| I forgot what it’s called
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| At the spring
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| Where it wept a corner of sky drowned
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| The town fell asleep
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| I forgot what it’s called
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| And night fell gradually
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| And time stood still
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| And my horse so muddy
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| And my body exhausted
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| And night shown bluely
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| In the waters of fate
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| And some cries of hate
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| Poured out by the old
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| And the oldest of old
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| Those women without sleep
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| The town fell asleep
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| I forgot what it’s called
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| At the spring
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| Where it wept a corner of sky drowned
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| The town fell asleep
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| I forgot what it’s called
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| And horse bent drinking
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| And me stood watching
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| And my thirst taking care
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| That she never sees my stare
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| And the fountain sings
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| And exhaustion sinks
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| It’s knife in my back
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| And I play the role
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| Of the all powerful
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| I’m awaited somewhere
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| Like one awaits the king
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| No, no one waits for me And I know it’s hard
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| But we die by chance
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| While leading a merry dance
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| The town fell asleep
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| I forgot what it’s called
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| At the spring
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| Where it wept a corner of sky drowned
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| The town fell asleep
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| I forgot what it’s called
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| Sometimes a dusk
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| It’s true that birds resemble waves
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| And waves are birds
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| And men are laughs
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| And laughs are psalms
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| More often it’s true
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| That the sea no longer sings
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| I want to tell you
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| That it sings of the songs
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| That those mothers sing in books of our childhood
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| but women are still only ever women and the fools among them only ever fools
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| And I’m not so sure that the song states
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| That she is the future of man
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| The town fell asleep
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| I forgot what it’s called
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| At the spring
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| Where it wept a corner of sky drowned
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| The town fell asleep
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| I forgot what it’s called
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| And you have died
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| My unknown mate
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| On the brink of the naked
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| Beneath the sheets
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| As they danced |