Listen |
| Listen, listen: how the wind is blowing and the storm is growing |
| See the birds all leaving and the leaves are falling |
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| I'm so hurt it popped and punchered my heart |
| It's always the same when I hear the flame |
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| Was planned as three, then I set her free |
| And at that cold day when you went away |
| To all I owe my fear, she promised next year |
| To return, but no - I let her go |
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| Now we know the field where to grieve I healed |
| But you're still not here, it's just as I feared |
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| Look more at her, rain, tell her all my pain |
| Ringing at the moon wherever she may be |
| Longs from afar, tell her all my love |
| Doesn't do my pride, for I surely die |
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| Listen! Listen! Listen! Listen! |
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