| Dragonfly
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| I Turned My Face Into The Wind
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| I wandered far onto the lonely moors
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| Sparse coarse tufts of grass reached out to trip me
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| And above my head the leaden clouds hung low
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| As I turned my face into the rain
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| I huddled close against a tumbling wall
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| Wrapped in a cloak to shield me from the bitter cold
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| The solitude weighed heavy on my mind
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| As I turned my face into the rain
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| The mist rolled down across the countryside
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| I thought I heard the coastal sirens sound
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| As I turned my face into the rain
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| I tried to peer into the deepening gloom
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| To glimpse a lighted window in the distance
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| But just too far to penetrate the rain
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| As I turned my face into the rain
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| And yet somehow I sensed her presence near
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| And tufts of sheep’s wool hanging from a gorse bush
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| Were as though her hands were beckoning me home
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| As I turned my face into the rain |