| «Icy wind of night be gone this is not your domain»
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| In the sky a bird was heard to cry
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| Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
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| Belied the deathly silence that lay all around
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| Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox
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| Gone to ground
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| See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
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| And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
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| Laughing as it passes through the endless summer, making for the sea
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| In the lazy water meadow I lay me down
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| All around me golden sun flakes settle on the ground
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| Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
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| Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room
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| Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox
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| Gone to ground
|
| See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
|
| And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
|
| Laughing as it passes through the endless summer, making for the sea
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| In the lazy water meadow I lay me down
|
| All around me golden sun flakes covering the ground
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| Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
|
| Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room
|
| Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox
|
| Gone to ground
|
| See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
|
| And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
|
| Laughing as it passes through the endless summer, making for the sea |