| Where the hollow hills meet to blacken town
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| She prays for more time with her eyes cast down
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| Skin polished silver by the moon
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| Like the women before her
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| She’ll never leave too soon
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| She’ll wait til the bells ring in the sun
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| She’ll wait til the hollow hills have won
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| All of the words that you never found, he spoke them gently to the ground and
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| nothing filled with every thing
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| All of the wishes you never shared
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| He blew them out into empty air
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| Nothing filled with everything
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| Lay down the bells we’ll bring the sun
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| When the hills have won
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| When black diamonds fall from up above
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| Lay down my love
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| Now fly catchers are feeding on the wind
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| A cold morning is begging to be let back in
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| The faces in places I
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| He never seen more than he did and now it’s light
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| When apples fall in brittle grass like bubbles made of colored glass
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| And the way your hair blows like a flag upon mast
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| Lay down the bells we’ll bring the sun
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| When the hills have won
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| When black diamonds fall from up above
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| Lay down my love
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| That day we were walking through the clover
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| In bed we were looking and indigo sky
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| All of the words that you never found, he spoke them gently to the ground and
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| nothing filled with every thing
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| All of the wishes you never shared
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| He blew them out into empty air
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| Nothing filled with everything
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| The way the bodies swayed when he came through
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| The way the sunshine stands still on his skin
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| The way the fields whisper he came home
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| The days farther prayed for all that i knew
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| Turned to stone |