| I swear I heard a bird high in the chestnut trees
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| The sun was so bright, that bird I couldn’t see
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| No matter where I stood I couldn’t see beak or wing
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| Just burning, blinding leaves, still and silent trees
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| Were you with me then my friend? |
| Are you with me now?
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| When that cement truck, the mixer turning slow
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| Drove right past me dripping in the road
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| That swollen body spinning in circles
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| I stopped and watched it roll, roll and groan
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| Were you with me then, my friend? |
| Are you with me now?
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| When I swam alone that night, late summer dusk
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| The air so warm and still, the water wide and dark
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| Something brushed against me, I splashed and kicked in fright
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| Such cold hands upon me, underwater vines
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| Were you with me then, my friend? |
| Are you with me now? |