| The birds are sweetly singing
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| The birds are sweetly singing
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| The birds are sweetly singing
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| The birds are sweetly singing
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| The birds are sweetly singing
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| The birds are sweetly singing
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| The birds are sweetly singing
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| The birds are sweetly singing
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| Streaming like sparrows
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| The great Star in the sky
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| And on that Hill
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| Are 30 RED HOUSES
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| 30 RED HOUSES upon a RED HILL
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| And 30 Ded Horsies upon a Ded Hill
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| I stand on White Hill
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| And RED HILL and Green Hill
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| There’s 30 Great Horsies Arising
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| But let’s just take 4
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| A sweet number-just add one to The Trinity
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| The Monad to the Triad
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| The Stars as grammar of use knife
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| Scan the Stars
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| The Light Is Leaving Us All
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| We know The Light Is Leaving Us All
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| Mark and Remember Remember
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| The Witch Of Endor
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| Remember Remember and mark the dust
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| In your dark home
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| In the tunnel
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| The tight black night
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| Is humming with blood
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| And buzzing with Stars
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| That shoot you out like a flower
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| And the birds are sweetly singing
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| And the StreetLights are shot with flies
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| And the Sun sings and sinks
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| Low over your bed
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| And the birds are sweetly singing
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| But The Light Is Leaving You All
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| And in the First Book
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| And in the Last Book
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| And in all the Books InBetween
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| And between the books and the words
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| There is something at war with nothing
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| There is someone at war with no-one
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| And everything at war with you
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| Your left eye is at war
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| With your right eye
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| And your lips are at war
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| With your tongue
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| And the jaw is flaming
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| And just over beyond the Hill
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| The birds sing so sweetly
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| And through the flames they see
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| That The Light Is Leaving Them All |