| Let me die, let me drown, lay my bones in the ground
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| I will still come around when the time for sleep is through
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| Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale
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| Do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you
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| Every tomb, every sea, spit the bones from your teeth
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| Let the ransomed be free as the revel meets the day
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| Let the valleys awake, let them rattle and shake
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| In the wind that remakes all that time has worn away
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| To and fro, I will not follow
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| Where you go, I will not also
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| I will look for you as the sun rises higher
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| When the dry bones dance with the timbrel and lyre
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| There’s a wind alive in the valley
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| It will fill your lungs, if you’ll have it
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| Where I go, will you still follow?
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| Will you leave your shaded hollow?
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| Will you greet the daylight looming,
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| Learn to love without consuming? |