Brown eyes and I was tired
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We had walked and we had scrambled
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Through the moors and through the briars
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Through the endless blue meanders.
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In the blue August Moon
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In the cool August Moon
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Over the nights and through the fires
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We went surging down the wires
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Through the towns and on the highways
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Through the storms in all their thundering.
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In the blue August Moon
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In the cool August Moon
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Then we rested in a desert
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Where the bones were white as teeth sir
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And we saw St Elmo's fire
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Splitting ions in the ether.
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In the blue August Moon
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In the cool August Moon
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In the blue August Moon
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In the cool August Moon.
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St Elmo's Fire
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| Brian Eno |
