| Sleep in the grass
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| Let the silence embrace me
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| Time took her in, with his loveless desire
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| Sang her a sweet lullaby
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| Frail as a ghost
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| She was fading so slowly
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| I knew she was leaving me soon
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| Then with a smile and a whisper she kissed me
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| «Claire, I will come for you soon»
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| We heard the tolling of bells in the distance, I begged her not to stray
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| But in the morning this house was half empty, she found her bed in the grass
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| Mornings are pale
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| And the sea side deserted
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| Summer has left me behind
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| I hope that Sally will know where to find me
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| If she comes looking for me
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| I hear her whispers through radio static, I see her face in the clouds
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| And in the morning this house will be empty
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| Make me a bed in the grass |