| Solemn faced
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| The village settles down
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| Undetected by the stars
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| And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep
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| And the last thing on his mind
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| Is the Wild Eyed Boy imprisoned
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| Neath the covered wooden shaft
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| Folds the rope
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| Into its bag
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| Blows his pipe of smolders
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| Blankets smoke into the room
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| And the day will end for some
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| As the night begins for one
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| Staring through the message in his eyes
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| Lies a solitary son
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| From the mountain called Freecloud
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| Where the eagle dare not fly
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| And the patience in his sigh
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| Gives no indication
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| For the townsmen to decide
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| So the village Dreadful yawns
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| Pronouncing gross diversion
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| As the label for the dog
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| Oh It’s the madness in his eyes
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| As he breaks the night to cry
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| It’s really Me Really You
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| And really Me It’s so hard for us to really be Really You
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| And really Me You’ll lose me though I’m always really free
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| And the mountain moved its eyes
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| To the world of realize
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| Where the snow had saved a place
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| For the Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud
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| And the village dreadful cried
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| As the rope began to rise
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| For the smile stayed on the face
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| Of the wild eyed boy from freecloud
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| And the women once proud
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| Clutched the heart of the crowd
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| As the boulders smashed down from the mountain’s hand
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| And the Magic in the stare
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| Of the Wild Eyed Boy, said
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| Stop, Freecloud
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| They won’t think to cut me down"
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| But the cottages fell
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| Like a playing card hell
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| And the tears on the face
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| Of the Wise Boy
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| Came trembling down
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| To the rumbling ground
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| And the missionary mystic of peace/love
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| Stumbled to cry among the clouds
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| Kicking back the pebbles
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| From the Freecloud mountain track |