| It was late last night
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| And all the band were sleeping
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| It was late last night
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| I was listening to
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| To the generators humming
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| To the tent-zipping drunk
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| Quipping, guy-rope tripping
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| And in the gathering dew
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| I was lucid as a floodlight
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| I was thinking of you
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| But now I’m back here before you
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| You can see me shaking
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| Cos in that moment I knew
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| I just knew, I just knew, I just knew
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| Forty seasons have flown
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| Since I first sat down beside you
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| In a crowd on our own
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| And how one person could thrill me
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| Occupy me and fulfill me
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| I could never have known
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| I could never have known
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| How in the first of our autumns
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| We’d be falling so steeply
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| We could share so completely
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| How in the third of our summers
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| When you first tried to leave me
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| You could cut me so deeply
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| I could never have known
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| And on my wilderness journeys
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| With your compass still in me
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| All the shelters were empty
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| Through the longest of winters
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| When I called you downriver
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| But you gave me no answer
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| And I feared for my mind
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| Until the first signs of springtime
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| You were sick and I saw you
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| And how much you’d missed me
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| Now in our eleventh autumn
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| You are blonde from the summer
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| And I’m back here before you
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| And you see me shaking
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| Will you go with me, my love?
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| From here together
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| From this quiet rented house
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| Will you go with me, my love?
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| To face together
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| Every rise and every slow decline
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| Will you go with me
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| Through dream and fantasy?
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| Through the open fields
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| And tangled valleys
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| Will you go with me
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| Through grief and ecstasy?
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| And every shade between
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| The cold morning stars
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| And the deep blue sea |