| The snow’s falling softly and the grass is still green
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| The captain above me is so luminously clean
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| We’re daisy companions, a man and his beast
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| Silver in the shadow, and there’s gold in the stream
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| I know I hear you heaving and kicking the dirt
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| I know that it’s broken, and I know that it hurts
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| There’s a river of nothing, and you’re dying of thirst
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| Just one sip and off you swim; |
| it’s the last day you’ll work
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| Do you die like an Irish in an anthracite mine?
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| Are you alive like the first night with your candlelit bride?
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| She’s your darling companion and so thoughtlessly kind
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| We’ll ride out to meet her the day we survive |