| Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?
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| I’m not cut out for all these cynical clones
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| These hunters with cell phones
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| Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
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| I don’t belong and, my beloved, neither do you
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| Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
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| I’m setting off, but not without my muse
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| What should be over burrowed under my skin
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| In heart-stopping waves of hurt
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| I’ve come too far to watch some name-dropping sleaze
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| Tell me what are my Wordsworth
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| Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
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| I don’t belong and, my beloved, neither do you
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| Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
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| I’m setting off, but not without my muse
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| I want auroras and sad prose
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| I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
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| 'Cause I haven’t moved in years
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| And I want you right here
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| A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
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| With no one around to tweet it
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| While I bathe in cliff-side pools
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| With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief
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| Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
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| I don’t belong and, my beloved, neither do you
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| Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
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| I’m setting off, but not without my muse
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| No, not without you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song the lakes , by - Taylor Swift. Song from the album folklore: the long pond studio sessions (from the Disney+ special), in the genre Альтернатива