| And here I am softer than a shower
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| And here I am to garland you with flowers
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| To lay you down in clover bed
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| The stars, a roof above our heads
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| And all my life I never felt the tremor
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| And all my life that now disturbs my fingers
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| I’ll lay you down in clover bed
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| The stars, a roof above our heads
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| And we’ll lie 'til the corncrake crows
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| Bereft the weight of our summer clothes
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| And I’d wager all, the hazards of love, the hazards of love
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| And take my hand and cradle it in your hand
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| And take my hand to feel the pull, the quicksand
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| I’ll lay you down in clover bed
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| The stars, a roof above our heads
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| And we’ll lie till the corncrake crows
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| Bereft the weight of our summer clothes
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| And I’d wager all, the hazards of love, the hazards of love
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| The hazards of love, the hazards of love |