| When in the winter of our discontent,
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| We found a way,
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| To tie a bond between our hearts,
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| In the open field should there we lay,
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| Found a sharp stone, found a big tree,
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| Found a clear space in the bark,
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| Laughing louder, chance a fine thing,
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| Moving slowly, off the mark…
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| Out of season, given reason,
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| Could we see inclement weather
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| Chorus: Will you want me, as I want you, as you are,
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| The autumn is the finest time,
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| The finest of them all,
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| Will you need me, as I need you, as I did,
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| As I always should’ve done,
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| Tell me when we’re there
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| Not too long, and not too far,
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| My dreams and I were wondering,
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| If we harbour, if we labour,
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| Sweet the fruit that fortune brings…
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| Who will help us, through these cold years,
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| Could I glimpse a rising sun,
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Will you love me,
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| As I love you constantly
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| Wasted in the downpour
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| Whatever we believe,
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| Whatever we believe…
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| Take them under, take them over,
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| Crack the bullwhip,
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| Chop the tree… |